Dopes To Infinity is still regarded as the seminal Monster Magnet album, despite the cult classic success of the heavier, headier Spine Of God. Dopes... gleaned the chart-hitting Negasonic Teenage Warhead - but soddit who cares about the bloody charts?! The album oozes anthemic stoner rock classics and this, presumably, is why they've decided to showcase it sixteen years after its inception. Besides, there's a new generation who weren't there to see them perform the likes of Look To Your Orb For The Warning, Dead Christmas, Ego The Living Planet et al first time around. Hence the mix of age groups here tonight.
The steam rising from the pit says it all: the amount of energy - both physical and mental - being expended is tangible (specially when flying beads of sweat hit me in the eye...lovely). I can feel the surge, like an electrical charge, kickstarting instant, manic response as one familiar hook, line and rhythm (couldn't find anything to rhyme with 'sinker', dammit!) pours from the stage. Ripe for the moshing!
Interestingly, a - erm - larger-than-I-remember Dave Wyndorf and his evolved band (which now includes Garrett Sweeny from Magnet offshoot Riotgod) aren't playing the album in order. Well, yeah, Dopes... isn't a prog album and this isn't The Wall live. The rearrangement makes for a better live set.
So having opened, quirkily, with the album's last track, Vertigo (a surprisingly appropriate launchpad), and slamming straight afterwards into the gutbusting I Control I Fly, they lead a zigzag yet totally cohesive pathway through the album. Hair flies everywhere - sweat city indeed!
By the time they take a short break after an hour or so onstage, I'm guessing the album's moshing highlight, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, is gonna turn up soon, as it's notably missing from the first half...
...and this brief intermission as I queue at the bar seems an appropriate time to make a quick note about a particularly memorable live Negasonic... moment:
At Reading '95, desperately gripping my then-boyfriend's head as I balanced precariously on his shoulders - managing, miraculously, to stay aloft despite the mad pogoing going on down below. If he hadn't been bald, I would've ripped all his hair out...
But they're back. So - indeed, appropriately, given its massive, dynamic riffage, Negasonic... blasts open the second half of the set, slithering in like a snake before proclaiming with its thunderous chorus 'I will deny you!'. I could listen to this forever, but then it's Hallucination Bomb (from Mastermind), the mighty Powertrip and, finally, gloriously, Spacelord (both from the 'Powertrip' album). The mass chanting from down front that's greeted every headtripping number so far has now drifted to the back as we all shout gleefully "spacelord mutherfuckerrrrrr!", reaching a crescendo that, frankly, should've blasted the roof off. Like a rocket.
And then it's over. Only downer of the night was the ridiculously early stage time, which meant some of my friends missed half the gig (but arrived just before Negasonic..., so they were happy). 8pm on a Friday night, with a 10pm curfew - for what? A barely-attended after-gig club. Still, every second of this gig was exquisite, the bon hommie at a positive high by the time the last chords of Spacelord died away, and the night is young...
Monster Magnet: the same ominous, throbbing, living machine they ever were. Spacey, yet meaty. Erm: pigs in space?
I Control, I Fly
Look To Your Orb For The Warning
Dopes To Infinity
All Friends & Kingdom Come
Ego, The Living Planet
Blow 'Em Off
Theme From Masterburner
King Of Mars
Negasonic Teenage Warhead
Words: Pippa Lang