Monkeybone being an alias of notorious New York avant beat terrorist Gobby, it's probably wise to don some items of protective clothing before listening to this album: hard hat, radiation suit and a pair of those extraordinarily heavy brass diving boots to eliminate the chance of you trying to dance to it. Certain genrephiles might be tempted to call this distortion heavy racket industrial techno but the industry conjured up by "Rocks Paper Fuck You" (title of the year?) Is not the pristine, automated power plant thunder that generates the earth-shaking kick drums of Regis, Blawan, et al, but the mosquito-infested sweatshops of downtown Chittagong resounding with the deafening clatter of ancient looms and the constant fizz and crackle of the conflagration-prone skeins of bare wire that power the entire shambles. Like kindred spirits Whirling Hall of Knives, on first listen there seems to be very little method in the madness that comprises "Rocks Paper Fuck You" but I defy you not to revisit its chaotic blare and notice the meticulous attention to sound design that went into making this apparent wanton smudging of techno's clean lines into an album I now consider one of the year's most challenging and powerful, not to mention brilliantly irreverent. Considering the competition (Orlando Voorn, Skee Mask, SHXCXCHCXSH, Bjarki, Whirling Hall of Knives, etc, etc), that's no mean achievement. I can't see Gobby being bothered one way or the other though.
Favorite track: Champomkrepp.