Occasionally I like to set myself on fire and jump in to a 300 gallon blender full of rusty hammers. Seriously. But, for those of you whom might be the faint at heart or not have access to giant industrial mixing equipment, the Monotonix show at Red Bull Moon Tower Austin was right on par. Please don’t mistake my verbiage for being anything of the negative sort. I just can’t think of any other way to inform you the reader of what it is like to experience a show of this kick ass dimension. Nuckin futs I tell you.
Prior to what could be referred to as the Thunderdome, I had the opportunity to meet and do a quick photo session with Monotonix. At the time they seemed to be very reserved & were quite pleasant. My only prior knowledge heretofor of Monotonix consisted of a quick Google which basically referenced them as being a Israeli garage rock band which frequently sets up on the floor among the crowd. That was mostly correct, although lacking the fact that they have been banned from playing in most places in their home country because of their “performances”.
The intro was a lovely acrobatic number by the lead and drummer, not in the verbal sense; the drummer literally launched him into the sea of bodies ala airplane style from our youths. The earth shook from a combination of face melting drum blows and ear splintering guitar stroking. As for the vocalist, I never saw him except for brief launches into the air and a final reappearance atop the crowd dutifully seated in drum chair and pounding the bejesus out of hippster overhead supported tom; all the while Red Bull cans whizzed overhead and for a brief flash I felt as if I were back in ‘Nam but with a better soundtrack and a distinctive lack of Quaaludes.
I don’t care if you have to sell your soul to Tom Cruise to get a chance to experience Monotonix, it’s so worth it for the ride.
