{"data":{"id":"bb039503-aba7-49c6-9fd0-9b2af11e4cd2","originKind":"SYNDICATED","title":"Concert review: Hypnotic Angine de Poitrine exceeds hype at Fan Park","summary":"As pipeline-obsessed politicians stiffly cosplayed urban cowboys down in Calgary this week, Edmonton got a monumentally more gratifying show as the only Alberta stop of the brilliantly entertaining costume rock-out duo Angine de Poitrine.\n\nThe newly-world-renowned rhythm wizards Khn de Poitrine and Klek de Poitrine – guitar-bass and drums, respectively – deployed a pair of delightfully bare-bones concerts Tuesday and Wednesday in Fan Park, writhing and bouncing through their two-album catalogue as polka-dot-covered fans collectively held hands high, fingers bent into triangles.\n\nOpening with Angor and closing with viral hit Sherpa both nights, the two sausage-honker musicians were a sublime mix of a Yayoi Kusama spotted art installation, Mick Ronson’s Moonage Daydream live freakout, and a pinch the hilarious satire of Nigel Farage-vexing British novelty candidate Count Binface poking fun at it all.\n\nThis, performed as anonymously confident as GWAR – though instead of abusing us with showers of blood, Angine felt more like a tactile and insistently living antidote to pushy AI and its vampire kings trying to suck the planet dry of water and joy.\n\nIn that crowd, no doom to scroll – just looping, mesmerizing happiness witnessing the weirdness up front, Khn swirling around with his two-necked guitar-bass, adjusting pedals with bare, polka-dot feet.\n\nLyricless with occasional grunty banter only Han Solo could translate, the sheer, trichromatic presence of the two microtoners was just such Muppety pleasure, Klek an antimatter Bert outside the Yellow Submarine window, Khn a squishy-nosed shroom pharaoh with dollar-sign eyes, just because.\n\nHeading in, I wondered how such a ferociously visual act could sustain our attention for a full show, an unfounded question as the two enthusiastically smashed jazz, glam metal and Bedouin beats into their impossible ball of cool which would have had the crowd of 2500-ish dancing even if this was just two dudes in dirty jeans and Primus T-shirts playing those insane, melty songs.\n\nOne of the Saguenay, Que., band’s biggest bangers of the night was Mata Zyklek, which even had some vocal yelping … I think from Klek?\n\nThere was, after all, a long wire coming out of the back of the drummer, though in all honesty I’ll leave the mystery-debunking to people concerned with the band members’ real names and what’s going to happen in the next Avengers movie months before they see it.\n\nAt one point later in the hourlong set Klek leaned way back as Khn stood on one foot, perhaps summoning some unseen god? Or maybe just a sort of seventh-inning stretch? Who but they can know?\n\nEye-rolling about the faddy ridiculousness of the duo from those not present (which was actually pretty tricky as resale tickets got as low as $9 for the second night) totally dodges the pure, frictionless fun of these unlikely international sensations.\n\nWhat’s more, the very clearly Dada spectacle was such a folk-fest level reunion.\n\nBesides running into at least a dozen people I hadn’t seen in years drawn to the bright golden triangles, one of the sweetest things about the tent show was its multigenerational appeal – especially little kids dressed up in paper-plate facsimiles of white-headed Khn.\n\nNeedless to say, a lot of casually curious concert-goers are now converts.\n\nTo what exactly? That’s the beauty of Angine de Poitrine: put whatever three things you most adore into that triangle and hold it up high.\n\nThat’s it! Welcome to the circus!\n\nOr, as Khn put it so perfectly, “Neeeeh mrmlrr grbllbml euhhhhh!”\n\nfgriwkowsky@postmedia.com\n\n@fisheyefoto.bsky.social\n\nRelated Going where the spirit leads: Fort McMurray artists paint Northern Alberta’s pride at Stampede\n\nHip guitarist Paul Langlois opens up, brings new Kingston band to Edmonton's Rockin' Thunder\n\nBookmark our website and support our journalism: Don’t miss the news you need to know — add EdmontonJournal.com and EdmontonSun.com to your bookmarks and sign up for our newsletters here.\n\nYou can also support our journalism by becoming a digital subscriber. Subscribers gain unlimited access to The Edmonton Journal, Edmonton Sun, National Post and 13 other Canadian news sites. Support us by subscribing today: The Edmonton Journal | The Edmonton Sun.","url":"https://edmontonjournal.com/entertainment/music/review-angine-de-poitrine-edmonton","imageUrl":"https://smartcdn.gprod.postmedia.digital/edmontonjournal/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/0711-you-angine.jpg","publishedAt":"2026-07-09T16:13:55.000Z","sourceLabel":"Edmonton Journal Music","tags":["Entertainment","Music"],"authorName":"Fish Griwkowsky","contentHtml":"\"Khn

As pipeline-obsessed politicians stiffly cosplayed urban cowboys down in Calgary this week, Edmonton got a monumentally more gratifying show as the only Alberta stop of the brilliantly entertaining costume rock-out duo Angine de Poitrine.

The newly-world-renowned rhythm wizards Khn de Poitrine and Klek de Poitrine – guitar-bass and drums, respectively – deployed a pair of delightfully bare-bones concerts Tuesday and Wednesday in Fan Park, writhing and bouncing through their two-album catalogue as polka-dot-covered fans collectively held hands high, fingers bent into triangles.

Opening with Angor and closing with viral hit Sherpa both nights, the two sausage-honker musicians were a sublime mix of a Yayoi Kusama spotted art installation, Mick Ronson’s Moonage Daydream live freakout, and a pinch the hilarious satire of Nigel Farage-vexing British novelty candidate Count Binface poking fun at it all.

This, performed as anonymously confident as GWAR – though instead of abusing us with showers of blood, Angine felt more like a tactile and insistently living antidote to pushy AI and its vampire kings trying to suck the planet dry of water and joy.

In that crowd, no doom to scroll – just looping, mesmerizing happiness witnessing the weirdness up front, Khn swirling around with his two-necked guitar-bass, adjusting pedals with bare, polka-dot feet.

Lyricless with occasional grunty banter only Han Solo could translate, the sheer, trichromatic presence of the two microtoners was just such Muppety pleasure, Klek an antimatter Bert outside the Yellow Submarine window, Khn a squishy-nosed shroom pharaoh with dollar-sign eyes, just because.

Heading in, I wondered how such a ferociously visual act could sustain our attention for a full show, an unfounded question as the two enthusiastically smashed jazz, glam metal and Bedouin beats into their impossible ball of cool which would have had the crowd of 2500-ish dancing even if this was just two dudes in dirty jeans and Primus T-shirts playing those insane, melty songs.

One of the Saguenay, Que., band’s biggest bangers of the night was Mata Zyklek, which even had some vocal yelping … I think from Klek?

There was, after all, a long wire coming out of the back of the drummer, though in all honesty I’ll leave the mystery-debunking to people concerned with the band members’ real names and what’s going to happen in the next Avengers movie months before they see it.

At one point later in the hourlong set Klek leaned way back as Khn stood on one foot, perhaps summoning some unseen god? Or maybe just a sort of seventh-inning stretch? Who but they can know?

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Eye-rolling about the faddy ridiculousness of the duo from those not present (which was actually pretty tricky as resale tickets got as low as $9 for the second night) totally dodges the pure, frictionless fun of these unlikely international sensations.

What’s more, the very clearly Dada spectacle was such a folk-fest level reunion.

Besides running into at least a dozen people I hadn’t seen in years drawn to the bright golden triangles, one of the sweetest things about the tent show was its multigenerational appeal – especially little kids dressed up in paper-plate facsimiles of white-headed Khn.

Needless to say, a lot of casually curious concert-goers are now converts.

To what exactly? That’s the beauty of Angine de Poitrine: put whatever three things you most adore into that triangle and hold it up high.

That’s it! Welcome to the circus!

Or, as Khn put it so perfectly, “Neeeeh mrmlrr grbllbml euhhhhh!”

fgriwkowsky@postmedia.com

@fisheyefoto.bsky.social

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