Goddamn, let’s get some riffs going, shall we? Robot Death Monkey, one of the finest exports from Scotland are back with a killer new EP of songs, focused on tripping major balls, Asgardian gods, dragon private parts and those huge mammoth things from Tatooine.
It’s safe to say, Edinburgh’s Robot Death Monkey really do not take themselves seriously. Drinking strong lager, riffs, and being the finest stoner-groove machine in the land seems to be their reason for existing and fair play to them.
From the destructive minds of Al Wilson and Jon Perry along with Andi Jackson for the ride, Shuck, could well be the band to sit nicely in the middle of that Venn-diagram of heavy, melody and aggression.