I shoot up with your nail polish to remember what you smell like. Out of all these specks of dust, you’re my current favorite. You deserve nothing less than the stars that awe you; yet I have the audacity to present you with a lighter. You’re a poem and I’m a silly cartoon but I’m trying to be real; not a robot anymore. My stomach fills with pterodactyls when your emerald eyes want to eat me. I just hope I taste good but I know I won’t be sweet enough. Death is hungry so why don’t you kiss me as many times as you can before his order is up? I want to be that spider you swallow in your sleep, suffocating in your guts; dying, but warm. In about a month, I’ll be coming back. But will you answer your phone? Will you answer it? Will you?
Monster Bad combines deep, layered punky musical planes with hauntingly heart-wrenching lyrics and soaring melodies on this concept album about lost love that you'll find something of yourself in. The Real Whitaker Todd
Some of the coolest indie-psychedelia around. I hope you like dancing because you're going fucking go ham if you're lucky enough to see these guys play these songs live. The Real Whitaker Todd
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019