No one thinks of Monster Magnet music as overtly inspirational, but fans know that its restorative power is formidable. Astounding, even. There’s an empowering hugeness, a tone of amused disgust, and a lovable protagonist in Dave Wyndorf, Monster Magnet’s mainman. It follows then that Wyndorf is into comic books (presumably the source of his skill at exploding proportions) and also that his ouevre’s best moments are a druggy, sweaty Iron Man-Meets-Evil Dead trilogy for your ears: Fist-pumping. Ear-banging. Mind-mangling. Sack-jabbing. (My hope is that I’m never at at a party where onto the stereo comes “All Friends and Kingdom Come” or “Powertrip,” ‘cuz I will dropkick somebody’s flatscreen into a different time zone.)

Despite his outsized persona on record and the then-pending departure of a longtime bandmate, Wyndorf sounded loose and limber when we spoke last week about his thunderous new record, Mastermind, his admirers in the press, the status of his health/weight/dancing, his favorite idiotic music, and Ozzy’s brain.

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I’m actually kinda tired of writing about ICP, ’cause at this point it’s not even like shooting fish in a barrel – it’s like reaching into the barrel, taking the fish out, nailing it to the barrel so it doesn’t flop away, and then shooting it point blank. I mean, we’re basically picking on the short bus kids, and although that can be very funny, it’s not exactly a challenge.

But the inimitable Sergeant D. has done a hilarious write-up for the video at Stuff You Will Hate, and it’s just too good not to read. Here’s an excerpt:

The lulz in previous ICP-related memes were essentially based on the obvious: They’re fat, they dress up like evil clowns, and play terrible rap for subhumanly stupid white trash who do little more than eat and reproduce [via cockroaches]. “Miracles,” on the other hand, is lolworthy because there are few things funnier than when trashy people try to be “deep and/or insightful/profound.” As far as I can tell, this video is their hamfisted, Faygo-drenched attempt at articulating the popular notion “God must be real, look at all the beauty and magic around us!”

Here’s the video in question:

You can read the rest of the Sarge’s insightful analysis at Stuff You Will Hate.

And here’s the only song with the word “miracles” in the title that I ever wanna hear:

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When LA transplant Scott Ian recently declared that “I come from a New York that doesn’t exist any more so there’s not much for me to miss,” you could hardly blame the guy; this city is rapidly dying and will soon be one big strip mall. Case in point: John Varvatos’ take-over of the space that was once CBGB. Even though we’ve known this was coming for a while, the press release Varvatos’ “peeps” put out yesterday made me foam at the mouth with rage all over again – mostly because it’s indicative of what a truly self-centered, disingenuous poseur Varvatos is. After the jump, the press release – with our comments in bold, natch.

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