Monsterbator

Sometimes in this crazy world full of political and economic turmoil, religious zealotry and insurmountable environmental calamity, it seems the world would be better off if everyone everywhere just stopped giving a shit all together. The five man, ultra-incestuous (band-wise) team of musicians who formed the new band Monsterbator seem to be the purest example and the ultimate application of Not-Giving-Any-Kind-Of-A-Shit-ology.

The band is made from two members of Colonel Craze and the Hunch, three members of Amusia and three members of Kill Popoff.

For their debut performance they went with three very unusual and highly questionable methods of promotion.

First, there was the despicable and crudely drawn posters scattered around that featured what seems to be the adolescent sexual fantasies of severely troubled 12-year-olds (most of them were ripped down before the show started), second, there were the CDRs they hung from trees and taped to walls downtown that had one of the crustiest, ghetto-sounding recordings ever made (I think it was done on a boombox during their first or second jam) and third, there were the Facebook invites that claimed they were “a band from New York City.”

All of this would have likely brought disaster to the show if it hadn’t been one of the most violent and energizing spectacles I’ve seen all year. The place was maggoty with partiers.

The music is as belligerent and primitive as it can get. The band hammered on grooves designed to create maximum freak-out potential for the volatile frontman Andrew Waterman (this time unencumbered by any guitar duties) who takes the provocateur edge of his Colonel Craze persona to the utmost extreme here.
-Patrick Canning for 'The Scope' October 8th - 22nd. volume 4, number 18, issue 91