Monster Magnet
Throwing space-rock proto-metal, acid-rock and a lot more into the swirling pot, they had gift not for invention, but reinvention.
Rising from the ashes of ’Namthemed CBGB also-rans Shrapnel,New Jersey’s Monster Magnet arrived on the scene like low-budget psychedelic cartoon supervillains, spewing a thoroughly ancient form of acid rock but somehow sounding like something from seven hundred years in the future.
Led by David Wyndorf –a creepymustachioed culture vulture with an encyclopedic knowledge of everything cool, from underground comics to Z-grade splatter flicks and dungeon-dwelling metal acts from the dawn of time – Monster Magnet presented an alternative world far away from anything else in the ether at the dawn of the 90s. Most of the street-rock dirtbags who first heard Monster Magnet had no idea who Hawkwind, Bang, Sir Lord Baltimore or any of the other deep-space/ downer-rock cuts Wyndorf had rattling around in his head even were. And whilepractically everything.
