The Alder Kings are supernatural beings, with each being a type of apparition having what appears to be a green face. Having no voice, these apparitions haunt and steal the souls of travelers with their unique blend of instrumental surf rock music. Are they just a dream? Are they real? You will have to decide for yourself, if you dare!
The Alder Kings combine influences from greats like Dick Dale, Link Wray and The Cramps with a heavier, aggressive and decidedly spooky edge.
Since forming in 2011 the fiery Chicago trio has played shows throughout the midwest and shared stages with national and international acts such as: Michale Graves, Blitzkid, The Rhythm Dragons,The Living Deads, Daikaiju, The Hudson Falcons, Jane Rose and the Dead End boys, Kill Baby Kill and The World Famous Krank Daddies.
In 2012, they released their debut EP "Who Goes there". The follow up, "Mister Creeper" was released in October, 2013 with a third release planned for summer 2014. Stay tuned!
The Erlking, English adaptation of the poem by Goethe
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Alder King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Alder King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Alder King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves."
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They'll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Alder King is showing his daughters to me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren't willing, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Alder King has hurt me at last."
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread, –
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.