Monty is a self proclaimed "space poet" from Pennsylvania, USA. He lists classic 60s Brit-rock of The Who and The Stones among his chief influences but on this 5 track EP he sounds more like a stateside version of Julian Cope.
While the fried psych-rock power chords resemble Archdrude Cope, content wise it is less subversive. It opens with an apparently un-ironic hymn to patriotism 'America Rocks' and even the zanily titled 'Richard Shouldn't Play With Dead Things' isn't quite as whacky as you might imagine.
The songs are nevertheless wild by any conventional standards and not without a freaky charm. The tone deaf singing on 'Butterflies In heaven' could be Neil Young on weed and the acoustic campfire ditty 'Spirit' scores points for ending with the line "I ain't scared of no damnation".
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A raw madcap Punk blast of 'UFO' rounds things off in an appropriately eccentric manner.
Although it's manic and fun Monty's universe is a twilight zone I wouldn't personally want to be sucked into for more than the 15 minute time span of this EP
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