Monks* ‎– Black Monk Time

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A1 Monk Time 2:45
A2 Shut Up 3:10
A3 Boys Are Boys And Girls Are Choice 1:25
A4 Higgle-Dy - Piggle-Dy 2:30
A5 I Hate You 3:25
A6 Oh, How To Do Now 3:15
B1 Complication 2:33
B2 We Do Wie Du 2:12
B3 Drunken Maria 1:45
B4 Love Came Tumblin' Down 2:30
B5 Blast Off! 2:15
B6 That's My Girl 2:25

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Released in a fully laminated cover.
On the label track A4 appears as ''Higglandy - Piggledy''

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Rights Society: GEMA
  • Matrix / Runout (Run-out info [machine-stamped] side A): 249900 A Made in Germany ℗ 1966 D6 HR◇K
  • Matrix / Runout (Run-out info [machine-stamped] side B): 249900 B Made in Germany ℗ 1966 D6 HR◇K

Other Versions (5 of 24) View All

Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
LITA 042 Monks* Black Monk Time(CD, Album, RE, RM) Light In The Attic LITA 042 US 2009 Sell This Version
LITA 042 Monks* Black Monk Time(2xLP, Album, Ltd, RE, RM, Whi) Light In The Attic LITA 042 US 2016 Sell This Version
2499000 The Monks Black Time(LP, Album, RE) International (4) 2499000 UK, Europe & US Unknown Sell This Version
105523 Monks* Monk Time(CD, Album, RE) Retribution Records (3) 105523 US 2004 Sell This Version
ISR 003 Monks* Black Monk Time(LP, Album, RE, Unofficial) Israphon (2) ISR 003 1990 Sell This Version

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StrangelySatisfying

StrangelySatisfying

August 11, 2017
Hmm shoulda bought a few when they were $300 a few years ago. LOLs .
flipster

flipster

January 28, 2015
...whooah dig it, and dig it long and hard as this outta-site monster slab has got to be one of the alltime future/primitive thudding beat rackets ever laid on a cat and it burst upon the scene in that pivital '66 year...the sound here is behind/out of/all over time in style yet way in front and forward looking with its attack squadron ferocity...the way their weapons mesh with retardo/militaristic strumming banjo that just keeps on and on and on, the frenzy of squeaky otherworld keyboards that does place it in the garage slightly but this ain't no kids rocking out the best they can, these are pilots of the future come to save rock'n'roll from becoming stranded as art which was entirely possible given the year...guitar mangling that not too many cats have ever come close to, this pure abandoned free form yet tight noise, once heard never forgotten...oversized tambourines that are relentlessly thumped when needed plus the drums pounding and pounding from start to finish...as a whizzo bonus to all this gaggle they were American g.i's doing time in the land of the autobahn keeping everyone free from communist invasion and any one getting to see any footage dig how their audience hardly ever put a peeper on them and when they do its quickly sneaked glances as if to stare at these mighty gods could invite vibrations too heavy for normal humans...must be handled with care and respect and it will repay like not too many other slabs could ever think of matching...one of those rarefied biscuits that's number one in a field of one, and that's rare, something to treasure in these times of conformity and delusion...