This time around his insane rantings were recorded at Toe-Rag studios and backed by the Un-believers who provide dirty low down catchy rhythms ideally suited to back scuttling nuns while doing coke off the alter and drinking Jack from the communion chalice. Backed by his mates from The Monsters, the music is heavy on the Gospel-Blues, complete with church organ on some tracks, and backs-up on the usual Beat-Man garage insanity level a bit. This is the Monsters' sixth full-length album and they've been dealing in this primitive line of rock and roll since There are actually some really good, coherent songs here, and we all know the Beat-Man is crazier than a shithouse rat, so it's good fun as well. And he knows how to put a record sleeve together too!
Drums and over-driven guitar career all over the place, while Beat-Man's occasional screams punctuate the madness. Eine Erfahrung, die auch dich und dein Leben bereichern wird. Check out what Beat-Man said about recording this record: The full custom gospel according to the Reverend Beat-Man. If you'll excuse an obvious Swiss jibe, there's something strange in the chocolate that Beat-Man and his friends eat and all the cuckoos aren't only in clocks. Reverend Beat-Man and The Un-Believers Voodoo Rhythm The Reverend sings like Popeye after he's used a glass of Bourbon to gargle and the Un-Believers clearly subscribe to some sort of back in the hills Black Magic in order to come up with the kind of gospel-billy, bent-blues, devil-beat they lay down behind the preacher man. In an earlier incarnation the prefix was 'Lightning' and The Beat-Mans' records were so diabolically badly recorded and well, just plain bad that they were good, Primitive garage rocknroll trash best listened to with your head in a bucket. Great packaging, complete with a thirty page prayer booklet full of articles, pictures, interviews, religious propaganda, and manifestos written by the Beat-Man and his pals, most of which are in English. Three parts trash and garage, four parts voodoobilly, it's as primal as fuck and not more than a little demented. The title track, "I See Dead People", is unhinged acid rock that recalls a dozen one-shot '60s punk bands and is the best song Sydney's late, great Crusaders never recorded, maybe the best thing here, and recalls We The People at their peak. I also got fuckin' great poster with this! The Rev is a grower. Not that the brand of religion the good Rev is pushing will offend many I Bar patrons. Now the Beat-Man has found Satan and risen as the Rev. There are plenty of fiery sermons laced with massive amounts of profanity mixed in with laments about the lord, Jesus, hell, saving your soul, and one about shoving popcorn up your arse. I mean, just one glance at the track list and you'll get the picture: And he knows how to put a record sleeve together too! Infectious enough to grip your mind and twist it with a capitol T. This is warped rockabilly-blues, with a touch of gospel, that makes few concessions to sounding commercial. Despite the impression that they raced this off in 10 minutes in a studio, they have good songs too. Insane shit from a guy who is very serious about being nuts. Keep the faith Beat-Man we love ya. This time around his insane rantings were recorded at Toe-Rag studios and backed by the Un-believers who provide dirty low down catchy rhythms ideally suited to back scuttling nuns while doing coke off the alter and drinking Jack from the communion chalice. This is the Monsters' sixth full-length album and they've been dealing in this primitive line of rock and roll since A must have for Beat-Man fans, and if you're not familiar with his brand of dementia this is a fine place to start.
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