Rainbow Butt Monkeys
Throwing on my newfound Rainbow Butt Monkeys c.d., “Letters from Chutney”, I sat down at the computer to attempt a review. After about 15 minutes of staring at a blank screen, it came to me.
The reason I couldn’t write anything was because I was completely and utterly mesmerized by my new love. I’m now wondering why it took me six years to finally getting en route to purchasing it.
Small town Burlington Ontario’s Rainbow Butt Monkeys a.k.a. Finger Eleven is comprised of James Black and Rick Beddoe’s pulsating guitars, the now departed Rob’s (later replaced by Rich Beddoe) insanely intense throbbing drum beatings, Scott Anderson’s forceful burning vocals and Sean Anderson’s bass. The five combined are by far enough to put you through the roof; sending you to the angriest of happy lands imaginable.
Right off the bat “As Far as I can Spit” delivers an intoxicating state of mind, scratching the back of your brain and forcing the speakers to get louder and louder until the neighbors show up at the door threatening to rip apart your stereo.
“Circles” and “Nibbler” both have this funky Lenny Kravitz style guitar riff happening. If the music doesn’t get you hooked, Scott’s exhilarating mind numbing vocals will surely do the trick. “Nibbler’s” opening guitar solo and “Lets Pretend” slightly remind me of our local boys The Cashmere Socks – coincidence?
If you’re a long time Finger Eleven fan, I suggest you look into their past work, trust me, it’s worth the twelve bucks.
If you have only been exposed to the singles (First Time, Drag You Down, Above, etc) and dug them; trust me, it’s worth the twelve bucks.
My only regret is the cold hard bitter fact Finger Eleven insists on depriving even the hardest of hard-core fans to their earlier less recognized brilliance at live shows. Tsktsk.
Now all I have to worry about is blowing my speakers, I’d better check on that.
Rainbow Butt Monkeys