Monster Magnet were something different. Not oppressive enough for the doom crew, and too spaced out to confined to the metal cemetery, this is psychedelic rock 'n' roll, a mutation of Hawkwind, Sabbath, Blue Oyster Cult, Hendrix, fuzz, crackles, whirlwinds, kaleidoscopes and multi-coloured comic book covers, kinda like White Zombie on acid and bereft of the horror. Monster Magnet supply a gargantuan sound, the giant riffs of 'Nod Scene' would fill a castle, 'Black Mastermind' a nudeswirl of dancing babes, polka-dot hell and lovelorn hippy-trips, a fat record of spacehopping magnetism, wind in the hair, sun rays reflecting off cool sunglasses, and Dave Wyndorf at the helm, commentating on the lagoons of the Moon and any other cosmic reckoning. It's retro-rock just how Hawkwind intended it when they believed the aliens were coming. Tune in and drop out, because these fuzzy burn out's in the form of 'Snake Dance' will leave you young, wild and reckless and seeking out those Hunter S. Thompson diaries for one more vivid trip into hallucinogenic Heaven...
7.5/10
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