Monkey Toast

MyGen Profile Generator In 2003 something happened in Grantham...According to legend Great Mother Oliver found a guitar in his beard and turned his amp up to 11. Incensed by the distasteful vibrations a Very Naughty Camel started feverishly hooving the nearest bass. Simultaneously, and inexplicably, the Infamous Babyface Ragga also started smacking things, with considerable rhythmic flare. Taking inspiration from the likes of Frank Zappa, Dillinger Escape Plan, The Cardiacs, and Mr Bungle they worked fervently to devise their own style, and an awfully strange noise ensued, but god was pleased. Soon a strong set of original material had the strapping young nubucks treading the boards across the country and hob-nobbing with those that they sought to pay tribute to. This promising start, with support slots for some of the happening cats of the British scene, such as King Prawn, The Selector, the allmighty Mumrah, and Adequate 7, and giants of 'that country best left unmentioned' such as Long Beach Short Bus, saw their distinctive sound becoming a well known, and much loved one. To those posessing discerning taste. At some point a very slippery fellow known only as Pope Guido V appeared and refused to leave. Not afraid to blow his own trumpet he regularly disrupted practices and gigs with in-human bellowing, remarkably un-musical synthesizer solos, and incredibly sultry horn manipulations. Despite all efforts to rid themselves of him, even going so far as to move en-mass to Leeds to escape, he could not be removed. He truly was the kind of shit that sticks to your hair! A dark day for the aptly named Monkey Toast indeed, but does their assault on convention continue? A recent poll concluded "Pretty Much So Yeah!" So in the famous last words of a sizeable nun, the spazmo funk blitzkrieg rolls on.