We’re going to talk about Monster Truck and you’re just going to have to trust me. On a previous Shiprocked Cruise, Monster Truck was initially a part of the lineup. In doing my due diligence, I researched each band unknown to me. When I got to Monster Truck, I sat down, regrouped, then immediately text my music twin.
“Tim, go to iTunes, download ‘The Lion.’ It’s time to go to church, Brother.”
I downloaded their 2011 EP The Brown as well as 2013’s full-length Furiosity. I memorized every single word of this seriously bluesy rocking soul food. Then they had to cancel their cruise slot. The space in my heart now occupied by Monster Truck died a thousand deaths, but my love for them persisted. I pre-ordered 2016’s Sittin’ Heavy and listened to it relentlessly. Am I a fan? You bet. So take this with a grain if you must, but listen up. This is southern Sundays. This is hooch made in the cellar. This is god-blessed soulfulness with an extra helping of oh-sweet-Jesus. This is Monster Truck.
Go on and tell me that you listened to that and all your clothes are still on. Yeah, okay, you’re at work. Whatever. You know there’s a you in an alternate reality that’s just naked as a jaybird and dancing in a field of daisies with a bottle of Boone’s Farm.
I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, Shiprockers. Keep your clothes on. Just helps me stand out a little quicker on the rail. It’s all good.