good day to all and sundry
*curtseys*
i have been thinking for some time about what exactly i will use this space for and have decided that to start with it shall be reviews and interviews with some of my favourite people.
first up on the interview front will be mr dave wyndorf of monster magnet...so to warm you up for that, here's my review of their gig here last month:
Monster Magnet liveShepherd's Bush Empire, London. 16th April
I went to meet my lovely sex pot friend Leila (of Duke Spirit legend) earlier this week for a long gossip the night after Monster Magnet had wooed me once more. She earnestly enquired: So how was the band anyway? Arent they some weirdo stoner rock group or something? I replied something along the lines of holyfuckinshitesexyguitarstonerrockwooobooojayyka and glazed over with a demonic grin on my face.
It was back in 1998 when I stood in front of the main stage at Reading Festival on my own, gripping a can of Guinness, exceedingly pissed off at my then boyfriend, muttering about where Id like to shove said can when Monster Magnet appeared on stage. I hadnt really heard of them back then, after all I was only a teenager from the country rather too obsessed with the likes of Prodigy etc, but it didnt take me long to forget I had a boyfriend at all and get swept away, Satan-saluting as if there were no tomorrow. Dave the-devil-may-very-well-care-but-I-fuckin-dont Wyndorf shouted it's half two in the muthafucking afternoon - lets rock like its half two in the muthafuckin morning and lo, so we did. It was at that moment I found my god. Well, I found rock.
When I entered Shepherds Bush Empire on Monday night I was more than a little excited. Sadly we were a touch too late and I was a touch too excited to pay much attention to Glucifier (the support band) although I rather like them, yes indeed. We ensured we had the best seats in the house as the band appeared on stage Wyndorf was looking altogether rather good, and I began making many approving noises re his ability to wear leather trousers so well.
This is in fact part of what makes Wyndorf a true rock front man. Seriously, how many men do you know who arent rock gods who can wear leather trousers and a handlebar tash and not look stupid, let alone ooze sex. I have no idea how old he is these days but given the amount of illicit substances he previously consumed and the lifestyle he has led age suits him and you can call me Mabel if it isnt so.
Monster Magnet live are a not just a gig, they are a show with true stage presence. Admittedly most of the presence is held within the front man, his ego and possibly his trousers, but it isnt just this which sets them so far apart. What is unusual is the incredible standard of the musicians and the production. The set was so tight that when my eyes were closed it sounded like the CD but with much more, not less, as I have sadly found with many other rock bands.
Monster Magnet may not suit everyone but their calibre is such that they have outlived many trendier groups, still fill shows, and sell shitloads of records. Its about behaving badly, shaking your money maker, playing the part, and playing stoner psychedelic metal rock of the grade A variety.
They ripped through their set with wall-to-wall appreciation, blasting out such favourites as Space Lord, Bummer and Powertrip along with tracks from their latest album Monolithic Baby. I felt euphoric and slightly dirty by the end but in a very good way if you know what I mean.
If you want to read more or possibly see Wyndorfs moustache then check out Monster Magnet's Official site
*curtseys*
i have been thinking for some time about what exactly i will use this space for and have decided that to start with it shall be reviews and interviews with some of my favourite people.
first up on the interview front will be mr dave wyndorf of monster magnet...so to warm you up for that, here's my review of their gig here last month:
Monster Magnet liveShepherd's Bush Empire, London. 16th April
I went to meet my lovely sex pot friend Leila (of Duke Spirit legend) earlier this week for a long gossip the night after Monster Magnet had wooed me once more. She earnestly enquired: So how was the band anyway? Arent they some weirdo stoner rock group or something? I replied something along the lines of holyfuckinshitesexyguitarstonerrockwooobooojayyka and glazed over with a demonic grin on my face.
It was back in 1998 when I stood in front of the main stage at Reading Festival on my own, gripping a can of Guinness, exceedingly pissed off at my then boyfriend, muttering about where Id like to shove said can when Monster Magnet appeared on stage. I hadnt really heard of them back then, after all I was only a teenager from the country rather too obsessed with the likes of Prodigy etc, but it didnt take me long to forget I had a boyfriend at all and get swept away, Satan-saluting as if there were no tomorrow. Dave the-devil-may-very-well-care-but-I-fuckin-dont Wyndorf shouted it's half two in the muthafucking afternoon - lets rock like its half two in the muthafuckin morning and lo, so we did. It was at that moment I found my god. Well, I found rock.
When I entered Shepherds Bush Empire on Monday night I was more than a little excited. Sadly we were a touch too late and I was a touch too excited to pay much attention to Glucifier (the support band) although I rather like them, yes indeed. We ensured we had the best seats in the house as the band appeared on stage Wyndorf was looking altogether rather good, and I began making many approving noises re his ability to wear leather trousers so well.
This is in fact part of what makes Wyndorf a true rock front man. Seriously, how many men do you know who arent rock gods who can wear leather trousers and a handlebar tash and not look stupid, let alone ooze sex. I have no idea how old he is these days but given the amount of illicit substances he previously consumed and the lifestyle he has led age suits him and you can call me Mabel if it isnt so.
Monster Magnet live are a not just a gig, they are a show with true stage presence. Admittedly most of the presence is held within the front man, his ego and possibly his trousers, but it isnt just this which sets them so far apart. What is unusual is the incredible standard of the musicians and the production. The set was so tight that when my eyes were closed it sounded like the CD but with much more, not less, as I have sadly found with many other rock bands.
Monster Magnet may not suit everyone but their calibre is such that they have outlived many trendier groups, still fill shows, and sell shitloads of records. Its about behaving badly, shaking your money maker, playing the part, and playing stoner psychedelic metal rock of the grade A variety.
They ripped through their set with wall-to-wall appreciation, blasting out such favourites as Space Lord, Bummer and Powertrip along with tracks from their latest album Monolithic Baby. I felt euphoric and slightly dirty by the end but in a very good way if you know what I mean.
If you want to read more or possibly see Wyndorfs moustache then check out Monster Magnet's Official site
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