Review Summary: really good iron maiden cover band
Have you got raw hatred in your bones. Do you understand that the world is an absurd idiotic joke and that you have to roll with the punchlines. Do you think that drugs and murder are the only good things to do. Do you live in a swamp and subsist off of rotting hobo flesh. Set your brainwaves to antipath mode and put these sounds deep inside of your ears. Iron Monkey are from Nottingham and they took the secret formula devised by sludge scientists in New Orleans in the early 90's, mixed it with pure vitriol, injected it directly into their bloodstream, and then played these tunes.
Check the heck out of these riffs that are distorted beyond all recognition and drenched in obligatory feedback. There's crush, there's groovin', there's definitely body movin'; but more to the point all of those things fester dejectedly together in a hideous pool of obscene sludge. Sometimes the riffs rise up from the dirt out of nowhere and are so big and good you can only say swear words really loudly about them in amazement. Sometimes the riffs slow down and roll like magma down the side of one of those pointless huge volcanoes on Mars. Sometimes its just guitar feedback with the rudest, veiniest, throbbingest bass you will ever let near your delicate holes. And still the riffs pile on top of each other like insect husks at the bottom of a hive.
Listen with careful consideration to the end of Web of Piss where the drummer is just slapping his drum kit like a chump bitch and the riffs are so triumphantly nihilistic and they go higher and higher and almost transcend this pile of *** reality or then oh man I forgot to even talk about Johnny Morrow.
Johnny Morrow is a cool dead guy and his voice is so riled up with bile, blood, and phlegm that some people have mistaken him for Hippocrates. His voice sounds like it wants to kill itself. God damn this guy hates to say words coherently. Are you sure you even want to understand the lyrics? "Balls burst from the ***ing cancers", "Like taking candy from a graveyard", "Warmth supplied from hells deep anus" are some choice quotes. What is he even talking about? No one will ever know but he's got some serious contempt for most of the things. The noises he makes are what you would hear if you made a gorilla on steroids really irate.
If you like a thing or two about a sludge then you will want to hear this. There is only a very short list of appropriate moods to be in and an Iron Monkey mood is top of that list. Listen to this and feel the true catharsis of hate.
