Monkey Boy- Red Eye -Live at Kings Cross, London, 18th December 1998
It was about the fourth time that I’d seen Monkey Boy. At first you feel
paranoid at not getting the ’in’ jokes that the band and their audience seem to
share. Eventually you realize- there is no in-joke, it’s all just a joke, that’s all.
If Monty Python had decided to form a band instead of doing dead parrot
sketches, they may have been a bit like Monkey Boy.
Comprising of 2 bass players and a sardonic singer/drummer, self-titles ‘monk
rock’ is an eclectic mixture of tribal beats, funky bass and nonsense punk.
A Jazz intro leads into ‘Planet Paul Pope’, a driving backbeat fronted by a
hilarious (but true) narrative. A barrage of songs follows, all completely
different tastes and flavours, all following a master plan of lunacy. Monkey
boy won’t change your life, but they might make you take it a bit less
seriously. Ever get stressed over school, work or life? Feel pity for Paul who
demands "Fishing for Free" an anthem created after he bought a video of the
same title, only to find that it cost him £2.99. Oh, the humanity!
Humour is not the be all or end all for any band, and Monkey Boy have a lot
more substance to their repertoire: a melancholy, untitled instrumental, heavy
bass-driven songs that distract from their punk leanings and lyrics with
obvious malicious intent give the band a slightly sinister edge. Stage
presence by the bucket- load and some crazy improvisations and dancing
make the average Monkey Boy gig one of the most entertaining you’ll ever
see, whatever your taste in music (indeed, the crowd is as diverse as the
Welcome to the Freak show- at last you’re home.
Written By: Nicci B.