"Retards. 0/10"

Full review here: here.

Please do visit the original review on the Organ Website.

THUMPERMONKEY LIVES! - We Bake Our Bread Beneath Her Holy Fire (Genin/Tooting Bizarre) - In which an unnoticed Sarf London band, twinkling away doing their good and frankly slightly odd stuff down there in the badlands explodes into an outrageous supernova, outshining half the sky.

This album, these six epic songs, have ideas way beyond their station: huge depth, big sound, immaculate arrangements, and a big, big voice. It's a lot of things, and greater than the sum of its parts: unashamed proper prog, lifted, by an avant sensibility, out of cheesy traps, yet swapping the harsher elements of experimental and avant rock for something more melodic, for refined guitars and real singing. Main man Michael Woodman's downright classy voice is like a polished Peter Hammill, all power and in tune and spot-on vibrato. That fine voice is delivering twisted, complex melodies and equally twisted, happily ambiguous lyrics, the combination is thrilling.

There's nothing quite like Thumpermonkey Lives! but I can guess where they're coming from: they're the English Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, a more experimental Van Der Graaf Generator, they've got some of the headbending melodies of Time Of Orchids. They've been threatening this for a while, with a great debut album and much time spent hothousing their talents in their Immersion Composition Society lodge (you what? Go on, Google it, I dare you) - but We Bake Our Bread Beneath Her Holy Fire is still a surprise - a classic, even. Stuffed to the gills with possibly unconscious references to good things - hints of Yes, moments of Cardiacs-like odd sounds, loads of Gentle Giant - crikey. Throw in some Alex Harvey and Bowie and The Associates and Bobby Conn, a touch of Melvins if you like. It's challenging only in that the melodies are thick on the ground and take you off in many directions, but that the complex mathyness underlying much of the songs is made easier on the ear by Woodman's voice and the warm, clarity of the arrangements. I can see both followers of hard-boiled avant-rock and fans of more traditional prog bands like Porcupine Tree getting this, and if Thumpermonkey Lives! ahem, live a bit longer, the big prog festival organisers could well be beating a path to their door. It's a shame to pigeonhole them, though - this is just compelling stuff, complete with lyrics to dig into (I love the demented Vivian Stanshall-ish storyline of Proctor Cylex, the Grendel-like menace of Whateley) and for Woodman to wrap his voice around. It doesn't matter that they sound a bit like some of the more obscure prog bands like Tamarisk, Citizen Cain or England, they're better at it; stranger and more ambitious musically than anything within the limits of that old prog rock scene.

I can imagine Thumpermonkey Lives! as they go about their lonely compulsion, like so many of the bands I love and namedrop: playing those gigs sandwiched between the local Oasis and the local Kasabian, some pub in the greasy perenieum between Croydon and Clapham or the Midlands or maybe Stateside equivalent. There's a couple of lunatics down the front who've hitched for eight hours to see them, and behind them the unmoving, unblinking rows, pints tilting, jaws thunking en mass on the floor. Their ears tell them that here in this grotty room is a band as remarkable as any that ever walked the planet, playing just for them: most of them won't believe it. Out of that audience one or maybe two will offer the hitcher lunatics a ride to tomorrow's gig, maybe the whole tour. The son of the headline band's drummer will write their name on his school rucksack, and his friends will sing the lyrics next time, and let it be known that this doesn't happen to those bands that sound like Kasabian.

It happens to the Thumpermonkeys, the real underground bands who dare to be different, to go with their convictions... Go check it out, then go tell someone, spread the word, go discover Thumpermonkey Lives - www.thumpermonkey.com (Marina)

"...packed with intelligent ideas and unexpected changes. ...always full of emotions and cool melodies...fierce and ferocious, while at other times dramatic and hauntingly beautiful...an essential, captivating musical experience...a recording that is seminal..."

Full review here

SOUNDS LIKE? Like nothing else you've heard, only artier, more operatic, with weirder time signatures and the pomposity turned up to 42. Or Bowie if he was the lead singer of The Darkness and they attended Goldsmiths and hung out in Camden. Only better than you imagine, if you can imagine that.

IS IT ANY GOOD? "Inevitably, she began spending more and more time with my machines. I returned home one night to find a corpse, surrounded by enough oxidised toast to fill every grain silo in the Tower of Babel." A sample lyric from the song 'Proctor Cylex'. And how about this reference to self love, "One day you know someone will catch you in the act and leave a cup of tea beside you, 'cos you cut corners." from the song 'I don't know if this is a matter for wardrobe or hairdressing'. If you like what you have just read then you may like this band. I could be very wrong, and so could this band, and so could you. It's a bit serious, but in a way that talks behind it's own back and tells people about that time it cruised for missiles on Hampstead Heath, misunderstanding everyone who came across its homing beacon. It's a trial of sad love affairs and organ grinding tastlessness, a pardigm caught in the swamps of sadness, an enlightened soul waving bladders on a stick while dressed for a funeral. An ode to life itself, with all the joy whispered from behind a closed hand. I am biased. I end every communication I write with the word toast instead of sincerely or faithfully, and that is exactly how 'Proctor Cylex' ends. We were made for each other, but for very different reasons. The madness prevails, its more fun than they let on.

http://www.unpeeled.net/albums.html

"What a title, what does it mean, does it mean the sun, are thumpermonkey proposing a switch in cosmology, is the ancient sun god been usurped by the female.. am I getting to deep?, has Thumpermoney addled my brains?. who knows or actually cares, what does the music sound like.?

Think of Frank Zappa getting to grips with a King Crimson scenario and a Gabriel inspired oddness and we are getting closer to the truth, but what is the truth about Thumpermonkey, you couldn't cope with the truth my inner mind whispers. The partial truth is that this is the forth Thumpermonkey album to an increasing circle of secret fans, people who ache to be an intellectual but publicly play Heavy bludgeon progressive rock while once ensconced in private, whip out their Thumpermonkey for that intellectual gratification. The album has an underlying musical heaviness, but so do the lyrics, the lyrics are what one could describe as deep, heavy man.

Woodman use’s his melodic vocals to massive effect swinging between crooning to full blown rock god, down to careful measured swing style, sometimes in all one song. Musically the band are just as progressive creating complicated melodic diagrams and explosions in tight harmony with each other

The album opens with 'If it works for the cast of LA law, it's going to work for me' and drips with Zappa connotations, the other five tracks, yes! it is a six track mini album, that seems to encapsulate a months worth of experience in less then thirty three minutes and ends so gloriously quickly. I am going to have to buy the earlier albums now, and load up the auto-changer and spend the evening enjoying myself.. Time to play it again I think."

Original review here

Review of 419 - Losing Today
"Michael Woodman ex of Brand Violet...these days trading weird and wobbly punch drunk pops as Thumpermonkey who have, it should be said, had the most unnerving effects on our hi-fi system whenever their wares have come within earshot….here’s a video for a track called ’419’ from their forthcoming opus ’we bake our bread beneath her holy fire’ - an absolute gem - first listens here and we are thinking the latest class of prog revivalists Porcupine Tree, Future Kings of England and Radiohead colluding in an epically psychedelic fry up of a jam liberating as were lost nuggets from Gabriel era Genesis, Soft Machine and King Crimson - of the track Michael reflects - ’I think we’ve outdone ourselves on this one……’ - Michael is of course patron founder and president of the understatement league……begging letters have been issued post haste to secure said album for future appraisal…."

Original text here.