Seeing as "Black Monk Time" has just been reissued again in a beautiful gatefold package I thought it was time for a thread about this legendary bad-ass album!

At 43yrs of age this album still blows everything out of the water.

Along with the reissue of "Black Monk Time" there is also "Monks Early Years 1964-1965" which features demos and a few other songs I believe?

Anyway if you don't own a copy of "Black Monk Time" I'd recommend picking one up asap and blasting it as this shit really is amazing stuff!

Below is a bit of info about the album from the mag Uncut.....



The story of the Monks has been told before, but it certainly bears repeating. In the early ’60s five bored American GIs living on an army base in a small town near Frankfurt formed a rock’n’roll covers band, The 5 Torquays, spending most of their period of service playing local bars as part of a US Army-sponsored PR outreach exercise.

The Torquays’ residency in a Stuttgart dive led to an encounter with two young ad execs – Karl Remy and Walther Niemann – who were as much interested in Dadaism as product packaging. Taking on management of the group, Remy and Niemann made them over as the “anti-Beatles”, crafting an image and set of songs that were both overtly aggressive and almost autistic in their primitivism.

Potential band names give a clue to the kind of feel that they were going for, but Molten Lead and Heavy Shoes were ditched in favour of the Monks, leading inevitably to a change of image. Yes, the band dressed as monks both onstage and off – in a time when most musicians’ hair was resting luxuriantly on their paisley collars, the Monks shaved tonsures into their army buzzcuts, topping off their matching black uniforms and white instruments with neckties made from nooses. The latter, incidentally, were intended to be symbolic of the metaphorical noose that all humanity wears.
In line with their distinctive image, the Monks’ music was wildly out of step with the fashions of the time. Quite apart from singing songs about hate, paranoia, self doubt, James Bond and the madness of Vietnam, they also used feedback as a weapon, but delivered their songs with fixed grins when they played at Hamburg’s Star and Top Ten clubs. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this approach was not exactly one built for long-term success – the chorus to their debut single for Polydor ran “Complication! CONSTIPATION!”, while at one gig an enraged crowd member clambered onstage and tried to throttle guitarist Gary Burger. When the Monks split in 1967, they had one album, a couple of singles and little more than local fame in pockets of Northern Germany to live off.

But somehow the Monks’ rallying cry (“I’m a monk, you’re a monk, we’re ALL monks!”) resonated. The song about constipation was included on the Nuggets boxset, while the patronage of fans like Mark E Smith (The Fall have covered several Monks songs), Jello Biafra, Jack White and Henry Rollins (who first reissued Black Monk Time in 1994 on his own label) led to a tribute album, documentary film and a series of fanatically received reunion gigs. Now their album is re-released in the kind of deluxe packaging normally afforded to big-selling records of the period, and comes accompanied by a compilation of unreleased demos.

Most excitingly, there’s really nothing that can dull the impact of hearing the Monks’ music for the first time. When they played live they emphasised their group unity by standing in a row at the front of the stage, centred around the pulpit that housed Larry Clark’s organ. Accordingly, there are no solos on Monks songs. Instead everything is as loud as everything else: feedback, martial drums, fuzz bass and an overamped banjo that sounds like the forked end of a crowbar being scratched on sheet metal. It’s industrial music – melody is replaced by brevity and the kind of emphasis on repetition that saw them fêted by the later Krautrock bands, while the vocals sound nothing less than strangulated. Frenetic opener “Monk Chant” features a genuinely deranged stream of consciousness rant (“Stop it! Stop it! I don’t like it! It’s too loud for my ears!”) that has parallels in the Sex Pistols’ version of “Johnny B. Goode” (“Stop it! It’s fuckin’ awful!”), but is really like nothing much before or since. A handful of groups found something approximating the Monks’ sound a couple of years later – but most of them arrived at it through an interest in avant-garde classical music. For the Monks, this was pure instinct, which is the root of their genius.

Black Monk Time is 43 years old. The best compliment we can give this surreal record is that it’s as perplexing and invigorating now as it must have been in 1966. Maybe even more so

I wonder if I've heard some of this in my travels.

Cinnie said:

You'd know if you've heard the Monks.

"I Hate You"
http://www.youtube.com/wa...PL&index=4

"Monk Time"
http://www.youtube.com/wa...Pju-0E5ZKc

schitt is crazy. love this. is this record hard to find?

I really only know them through The Fall, who've tipped their hat to them the odd time, and some wonderfully crude performances I've caught on youtube. I'll definitely be picking this up.

Cinnie said:

All good record stores have this. Like I said in the first thread it's just been reissued along with an early recordings album. Easiest way to pick it up is amazon or ebay or an independant record store near you.

Black Monk Time is the bomb.

Thanks for even starting a thread on this obscure band . Every once awhile somebody is brave enough to do one. For a short period, I was really into the 60s Garage Punk scene, reading Ugly Things fanzine,collecting bootleg LPs, etc, so I heard of this band. There's also B&W footage circulating on some German TV program .. good stuff.

Just picked it up. Thanks to Mr. Fiend for the head's up.