As with all the other great loves of my life, I have no idea how or why anyone else would feel the same way about this band as I do. Layered screaming guitars, MASSIVE drums, vocal gymnastics of the old school - it is all here, uncompromising and deliciously crass, delivered with a wink and a gentle head-butt to the face. Music that feels like it was written and performed specifically for me, and who the hell else should any band play for? You? Maybe.
Monolith will stand as Hobosexual’s masterwork, but for only as long as they hold back from releasing their next record. If you’ve never heard them before, start here.
