Space Monkey and the Space Monkey’s is the debut solo project for Australian guitarist Chris Douloudis... Handling pretty much everything on ’Held Together with Frankenstein Stitches’ Chris was able to create something that sounds akin to Joe Satriani dropping a few tabs of X and hitting the stage in Ibiza... But enough about Chris, Space Monkey himself is where the money is at... Space Monkey was a co-captain, science officer and dental technician of the little known KGB funded, monkey-manned space missions to the planet Mercury in the early 80’s. After several flybys the intense heat not only reaked havoc on his brain functions, but a previously undiscovered form of solar radiation gave him special skills. Upon his return to earth and banging every piece of barely legal lady muffin he could manipulate into freaky sex crimes, he discovered the radiation had transformed his once clumsy fingers into co-ordinated muscial serpents. He quickly set to work becoming a rock and roll super hero in order to bang even more hot chicks in even more freaky sex crimes (read more in his unauthorized biography out in April through a Harper Collins/Hustler co publication)... His instrument of choice? The phallic brilliance of the guitar was, of course, a given. Along the way the solar radiation had exuded other influences upon the Monkey super star, namely, a sterling dress sense, an unquenchable sexual appetite that bordered on the preternatural, a tolerance to perscription drugs and mild opiates (just like his idol, Mr Elvis Presley) and a lung capacity that would frighten even the most densely packed bong cone... Playing his first gig at some backwoods dive to sort out band teething issues before taking to the stadium arena rock circuit, the inbreed patrons of said bar seemed to lack appreciation of Space Monkey’s skills on the fretboard, constantly calling for ’Freebird’ and more ’Merle Haggard’... After a good 30 seconds of this Space Monkey set the agenda straight to these moonshine loving genetic mistfits and promptly slaughtered one of their mutant children live on stage and hung it’s still twitching corpse from the headstock of his blazing Ibanez, then proceeded to nail the note perfect solo to ’I feed Gremilns after Midnight’... While upset at the mutilation of one of thier own spawn, the crowd realized they were dealing with a dedicated musical genius who was not to be messed with and thus, that is how Space Monkey earned the respect of a bunch of redneck retards... Next stop on the tour: Tokyo dome, Japan.

(4 songs)

Apr 15th, 8:06am