Munkey Juice - Fatty Arbuckles Coke
By Marcus Pan
Munkey Juice claim this as an
epic rock album, which is all good and fine I suppose. Fronted by the Heise
brothers, Nelson and Robert, with Dan Kaping and Rick Pavlik hanging about as
necessary, Munkey Juices eighth album in their eleven years of garage
blasting, Fatty Arbuckles Coke Bottle, is just as dirty as their
last and shows not much in the way of improvement musically, but thats
the thing with garage bands.
Munkey Juice opens this CD dedicated to the old comedy actor
with a dirty dirty rock song, One Track Mind. Reminiscent of Sadaharu
or Alice Donut, theres about as much spit and polish on this song as
your average New York City subway bum. That is to say
none. The music here
on Fatty Arbuckles Coke Bottle doesnt traipse about as much
as their previous, staying pretty well within the alterna-rock confines of the
basements of the underground. Lady Luck for example has interesting
guitar work and a shoegazery feel.
Now while they have some interesting song ideas, one wonders
why the productions isnt at least a little better. I can dig it quite,
but nobodys going to listen if after eleven years you still sound twelve
years old. Cob Web Mind is a heavier tune that breaks into a stylistic
guitar showing how the group can easily handle their instruments, but still
dont know how to handle the recording equipment too well giving a harsh
and muddy sound. Ive said about the same in my last review of their
At this point well just chalk it up to this is where
Munkey Juice want to be. In fact, the label name is Choose To Lose Music. So
lets take a different tack on this review now. As a garage band destined
to play out their lives resounding guitar riffs off of the cement-laden walls
of a basement brothel in some nameless American suburb. And maybe they like it
there better than a stage at CBGBs. Like Sadaharu, Munkey Juice have loads of
talent but just want to play a bit of music and move on to the next CD.
Hate Me Love Me is a rock-anthem as good as any with
more ragged edges than your likely to find in a fall off an angled cliff in the
Rocky Mountains. Guitars are punk as fuck and solidly played. Theyll
never raid your radio, but given the chance they can slam your living room.
Illusion in my Head gets a bit more laid back without losing its loud.
Been Had meanwhile takes a folk-like ballad and has some old fashioned
fun while fucking the mommas and beating the pappas.
You know what, Ive changed my mind. I want Munkey
Juice to keep it in the basement. Its where they belong, where
theyre comfortable, and how many times have we seen what happens when you
take a wild animal and put it in a confined space? Are the zoo-bred tigers
capable of living in the sarengetti? No
I think theyd get their ass
kicked. And probably by people like Munkey Juice, who care less about your
radio zoo-bred hogwash and more about making more albums than you while they
spit at you from the edge of the wild.
 That would be Music From the Motion Picture
Moscow as reviewed in Legends
 Sadaharus The Politics of
Dancing was reviewed in Legends
 Alice Donuts Three
Sisters was reviewed in Legends