I took to heart several loveable things from the wonderful Pedestrian. But I am simply not ready to leave the garage.
This little ditty from Monks, a bunch of German-stationed American GIs who cut their hair in monk-like tonsures and wailed on banjos, organs and drums, is fantastically weird and danceable. It definitely captures that B-52′s inspired weirdness within an undeniable pop context that Mr Joosse was channeling.
It’s rather short and one dimensional, and I predict that will make it almost feel like a transition or message-from-our-sponors type break in the mix. Which I wholeheartedly welcome.
r.smigielski
