Saw 'm live and liked it. Though was in 199... sometime then.

nocrap

You forgot the poll.

must be too stoned, dude.

i actually like "spine of god" and "superjudge". probably not guys i would like in real life, though.

not crap.

i was just thinking about making a poll about these guys.

saw 'em on tv the other day.

but you forgot the poll. thus fucking my chances.

way to go.

I tried to add the poll but it does not want to cooperate.

Kerble can you fix this ASAP!

there's no option for feeling like mitch hedburg.

CRAP -

we played with them once. they were cockbag rockstars. yet another band who refused to strike their drum set, or even move it back to the back of the drum riser to give our drummer room. An hour sound check, leaving us like 5 minutes. One of our worst shows ever. I had such a fucking headache from smoking.

I think I threw up after the show.

They sounded awesome, tho. Just cockbags personally.

That was the night there was a 12 alarm fire at the furniture store across the street from the middle east. Right during our set. that was fun.

My friend Thad and I saw them play at Maxwells, opening for the Jesus Lizard in 1993 or something.

Anyway, Thad had seen the Jesus Lizard once before and bought a t-shirt. When he bought it, the merch person told him - "that's a good shirt, David Yow designed it." Thad was wearing the shirt that night at Maxwells.

What a tool. You don't wear the shirt of the band you're seeing. Thad, if you're reading this, you better PM me an apology.

RE: Maxwells. It's a club in Hoboken, NJ that is accessible via public transportation (and a decent walk) to folks who live in NYC. Small club, great sound, layout is similar to a 1/2 size Lounge Ax. Booking has been off for the last decade or so, but they used to have some incredible shows. This was to be one of them, but first - Monster Magnet.

Back to the story. No doubt Monster Magnet's booking agent blew someone to get them on this bill, but when they got up on stage - EVERY ONE was rolling their eyes. Totally 'put together' dudes with sunglasses and leather jackets and mustaches. They had some dude doing their light show. And when I say light show, I mean he had a Pyrex container with oil and food coloring sitting on top of an overhead projecter. He was clearly tasked with projecting a vibe over the band. Affected lead singer stepped up to the mic and let out a slow "yyyyyeeeeaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" over some drawn out power chord.

God forbid I've given you the impression that there was something compelling about this. It was absolute self-affected shtick that did not play in that small rock room that night. You can kid yourself that these guys were some kind of pre-trend visionaries at the bow of the "let's resurrect the drugged out hard rock vibe of the seventies" ship, but you were wrong. And to prove the point, I introduce Exhibit B.

Exactly one hour to the moment (probably) after MM hit 'go' on their Triple Rectifiers, Thad and I were smushed up against the stage. This was the moment of fantastic anticipation. The room behind us was a pressing wall of human bodies, at least 80% of whom knew what they had in store. There were three guys on stage in front of us - all of whom had stupid haircuts and were earnestly hitting their instruments to make sure that everything worked. On stage left was a HiWatt half stack turned up really loud. Stage right was an 800RB stacked on top of two home-made bass cabs, with a third sitting next to them. The drummer was talking loudly to the guitarist over the 'between band' CD, which was probably Nirvana or something stupid.

We're staring intently at the stage when some asshole smacks me on the back of the head. Lo and behold, it's David Yow, singer for the Jesus Lizard. The guy is absolutely smashed and he's carrying about 9 Budweisers in his arms. The crowd eagerly pushes him towards the stage and he's mumbling something to Thad and I about "caaanya jus gimmeeeee a lillll pushhhhh uponta that staiiiigggeee". We hoist him up but -

halfway through this drunken, sweaty lunge he freezes and looks at Thad, with an intense, stone sober look. They lock eyes and he says, sweetly

"Nice shirt."

And twenty seconds later, EVERYTHING was being obliterated.

So, in other words - fuck Monster Magnet.

= Justin

i seriously doubt that dave wyndorf uses triple rectifiers.

maybe he does now, i dont know. everything after superjudge sounded pretty crappy to me.

I liked some of their stuff. Based on that, not crap.