Spine Of God

Named after either a kitschy Wham-O toy from the 60s or a Frank Zappa song (the same thing, really), Monster Magnet came roaring out of Red Bank with a racket that sent 70s crate-dug obscurities stumbling through the killing fields of Reagan’s war on drugs. Dave Wyndorf drones out deadbeat poetry drawn equally from his own sordid life experiences and pop-culture ephemera, future Desert Session attendee John McBain sends out waves of weirdness, the rhythm section guides them both into infinity. Makes sense that they were on a label that once put out Faust and Gong records.