This could have easily been one of my first picks, in fact, it was the first writeup I did. I just put it off, because I felt very sure that no one else would pick these guys. Anywho, here goes: When I get up in the morning, my thought process mostly is usually somewhere between „Again with the sun? Didn't we have enough of that already?“, „Let's just get this over with.“ and „Getting up feels like the biggest mistake I'll make today.“. However, there are some days, when I feel like punching god in the face, eating the moon and then brushing my teeth with a chainsaw. For these days I need.
Monster Magnet
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light
1st Album: Spine Of God
Favourite Album: Monolithic Baby
Why: Picture the scene: Three guys are on a tram to a Monster Magnet concert. All of them are stricken with some kind of illness and they discuss whether to just hang out in the back and keep their coats on. As they arrive, a support band (that frankly sucks) is playing and the three don't quite fit. All three of them are under the age of forty for one and also, none of them has a ponytail or wears a patched up jean jacket. Our three protagonists shuffle to somewhere on the side, as the support act stops playing and announces that MM are next. Then, the roadies start tuning the instruments and that already sounds kinda good. Next thing you know the band is on the stage, the first few bars of a song start being played and the ground starts shaking. Enter Dave Wyndorf. Those who expected the slim figure from the photo above are about to be disappointed, because the years have taken quite a toll on him. He's fat, his hair is fading to and he's wearing a dirty Fruit of the Loom sweater. Yet, when you see how he's carrying himself, you would swear that he isn't in the least aware of all that. Once he starts singing, the three guys, as a man, check their coats in, get a beer, elbow their way into the middle of the crowd and arrive in time to see the second song being performed. Said second song is Powertrip and from there on out, things get a bit blurry. There's Wyndorf singing the chorus to Powertrip with both middle fingers proudly in the air. There's my friend open mouthed, yelling „What the hell is happening?“, when he notices me looking at him. There's shouting, there's Wyndorf asking „Who is your god now?“ and a few hundred voices screaming „YOU ARE!“ and meaning it, there's guitar solos. Then, 90 minutes later, it is over and our protagonists, necks sore from headbanging stumble into the night, unable to express themselves to a friend who's picking them up from the concert, or to find the words to describe how awesome that show was.
To this day, whenever I listen to Monster Magnet, I'm being reminded of that concert and the feeling I had there, I want to be able to do that on my island. Nevermind that the music in and on itself is tons and tons of fun.
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