There aren’t many playing one of Reading Festival’s main stages who are as fresh out of the metaphorical musical womb as King Nun. With only two singles and four songs properly out there, they’re still in their first forays as a band, but the potential is staggering.
They have the lot. The green shoots of a ferocious live presence mixes with hints of genuine indie anthems within their mid afternoon set. Where bands around them can play on familiarity, King Nun are still the unknown. That which has found a wider audience – mega-banger ‘Tulip’ and recent cut ‘Sponge’ prime amongst them – fizzes and bangs with the assured confidence of veterans.
Potential, at times, can be more exciting before its realisation ever arrives. With King Nun, it feels like the best of both worlds are available. The thought of them failing to deliver on their early promise seems folly at best. Twelve months down the line, they’ll be taking the roof off.