High St Ken and The Indoor Champions are Tim Freeman and Nicolas Bulostin.
KEN aka Tim Freeman
Read more in our blog: " The Indoor Champions ??? "
Influences
Wait no more, people of Ingland, da Indoor Champs is here! We is now online an' here is our menu of choons for your delectation an' nourishment...
1: Pull Yer Pants Up!
2: Boom Boom Clap!
3: Pogogo!
4: Weekendaway. (No exclamation mark on account of it being a frickin' ballad, innit)
These cuts be from our forthcoming LP to be called either "I is for Ingland" or "Sunseekers' Allowance". You choose...
As you an' da International news media be aware, el Champs are led an' fed by High St Ken (me) & Marc De Triomphe (him). There is, however, some rumour
sez we is no more than hip-hop puppets written an' controlled by shadowy pair Tim Freeman (Google him an' get a nasty surprise!) and Phrench production maestro Nicolas Bulostin. Some insiders say these squares even own total copyright an' all rights to everything in perpetuity an' eternity, but as a gentleman I couldn't possibly comment...
So, soon you will be allowed to buy with money some killa souvenirs, mementoes an' bangin' cuts from our website, which be coming soon.
Monies will come direc' to us or the "2 squares" named above, depending on who win da trial of da century.
Also, anyone deemed by us to be down with da Champs will have a unique opportunity to pour much of their personal/corporate wealth into da project in return for percentage breaks. (Actually, "Percentage Breaks" not a bad album title... no, you be right; it is bad.)
There you have it. Please contact us with ideas, flattery or cash...
Keep it Indoors!
Sounds Like
About Ken:
Ken is bigger than you
Ken is better than you
Ken is younger than you
Ken is wicked stylin'
On our player:
You can ad our shortend versions to your profile !!!
The full versions are available to download now !!!
THE VIDEO......LAUNCH NOW !
First up, pack in beardin' me about the frickin' "old skool". Any fool know that Marlborough House is the oldest school in the home counties, so vex me no more an' respec' me now!
Furthermore than that, "somebody" been puttin' it pon de world wide web that I am in point of fact 44 years of age! HA! Check me style, study me moves an' you will see a man of twenty-fuckin'-nine, right?
And the proof is that 1977 is exactically 29 years ago an' therefore the year of me birth and that proves I am twenty-nine! Do the math, fucky. Anyway, rumour-monger, I now know where you live (me mum's crib, actually, in me old room - touch me Airfix collection an' die) so no more of your "High St Ken is 44 and I have a copy of his birth certificate" nonsense. I win, methinks.
Blackness is a state of mind, right, and I don't see no-one callin' Westwood a honkoid, or sayin' Eminem is a half a pint of skimmed milk, innit? I am clearly black in the head - all men's blood run red when they graze demself, so? Anyway, back to Friends Reunited to amend my details (again!).
So, to bizness. "Pull yer Pants Up" by High St Ken and the Indoor Champions! As you will no doubt be aware, no record company on this planet can get its head around a concept of such clarity, so me team of dedicated professionals advise me to drop me bomb pon de download sector, an' here we are with trained credit card operatives jus' waiting for your mouse.
Question: who be the INDOOR CHAMPIONS?
Good question.
Ken - Me. My flow, me.
Marc de Triomphe - Me producer. Phat phrench phuck, startling beats.
Tara London - Woah, cocky! Be still, my shorts! (A girl, clearly. Sings.)
King Kibbutz - kosher homey, no clear idea of his contribution to crew.
End of blog, but feel free to contac' me for your chance to be awarded a genuine Indoor Champions-type street name for your exclusive use!
