monotonix: madness. sheer fucking madness. like dr teeth and the electric mayhem came to town for one night only and sexually molested each and every one of us with a deluge of sweat and curlycurlyhairs and and monstrous riff skuzz and sports socks and burt reynolds mustaches and and and frank zappa hair and restless unsettled percussive buggery and the euphoria of wearing nothing but tiny shorts, showing a bit too much ball sac and generally louping all over the bloody place. a lightning bolt with tunes? a three man david yow. the only two mentalists who pull of this chaos with as much panache and sheer grinning gleeful joyous joy. forget gig of the year, gig of the mother loving decade. i’m still chortling with gay abandon. fun. remember fun fuckers? it’s how it used to be before barriers six feet from small stages and security and wrist bands for bar service and one drink limits and all crowd surfers will be ejected. even the tiny lady who accompanied me through this inexorable spectre of hirsute lunacy loved it despite every large denim clad fella seemingly gravitationally pulled to her miniscule sphere of orbit. it’s all a blur (did they play some led zep covers (and maybe tv eye)?). i could do this every night of the goddam week. ugly fucking bliss.
eagleowl: returning after a wee break with a seven inches of slo-mo loveliness and snowy blur. just a slight change of pace from what’s going on upabove. but one i love just as much. if you prefer bill callahan before he got all chipper, or low before they went all electrohushed or mark kozalek without the ten minute neil young squall geetar workouts then this is the shizz for you. frippery aside, this a genuine honest to god piece of warming stringed hum and drone tastiness. about as perfect a round bit of pvc analogue as yr gonna get to warm you through the december hibernation period. and since the seasonal month approaches it’s almost time to dig out my low christmas album. which always gets me in the mood for crass consumerism and mulled wine. anyway go order this. or ask father frost for one.
