WHO IS KSAR?

KSAR is an ever evolving collective of musicians formed in 2021 in Victoria BC

Guitar and voice is supported by accordion, bass, trumpet, mandolin, drums, and synths.

KSAR is unrestricted creative expression contained within a pop music structure. KSAR is irresistible global grooves and haunting melodies, whose soul stirring and unforgettable songs freely challenge the status quo and celebrate life.

The live show is colourful and exuberant, fun, danceable and emotionally charged. KSAR has graced stages large and small across Canada.

More about the backstory...

In the half-shadowed folds of the early twentieth century, when Earth teetered on the threshold of machine and myth, something other arrived—silent as thought, vast as forgotten power. It did not descend so much as appear, as if called forth by the dreams of men who had once known stars intimately, and then forgotten them. A horse, they said—but only because their minds could conceive of nothing else. Sleek of form, wild of eye, carved from constellations not charted in any earthly ephemeris. KSAR was its name, though none on Earth gave it. It bore that name long before the world had names. An emissary, perhaps, or a witness. It walked the fields and alleyways of Earth as one listening for something—some signal, some sorrow. But the world is not gentle with miracles. KSAR was captured.

Men, mistaking majesty for muscle, yoked him into sport. They raced him—and he won. Again and again, across Europe and the Americas, his hooves struck the ground with the rhythm of foreign engines. He became legend in a world that did not know what it had caught: a celestial envoy, turned champion of turf and coin. They dressed him in laurels, gave him medals—never understanding the strange fire behind his eyes. And then, one day, he vanished. No record of sale. No burial. No bones. Now, a hundred years later, we follow. We are the band called KSAR. Not his children, not his masters—only his echoes. We play music of Earth, but in it there hums the memory of something not quite from here: the dissonance of distant suns, the low tones of cosmic sadness, the wild harmony of wind through alien trees. This is not performance. This is invocation.

Through tone, melody, pulse, and voice, we honour the one who ran faster than time, whose silence spoke louder than language. KSAR lives through sound now—and we are only the vessel.