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Monks*Black Monk Time

Label:International Polydor Production – 249 900
Vinyl, LP, Album
Style:Garage Rock


A1Monk Time2:45
A2Shut Up3:10
A3Boys Are Boys And Girls Are Choice1:25
A4Higgle-Dy - Piggle-Dy2:30
A5I Hate You3:25
A6Oh, How To Do Now3:15
B2We Do Wie Du2:12
B3Drunken Maria1:45
B4Love Came Tumblin' Down2:30
B5Blast Off!2:15
B6That's My Girl2:25



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 27)View All

Title (Format)LabelCat#CountryYear
New Submission
Black Monk Time (LP, Album, Promo)International Polydor Production249 900Germany1966
Black Monk Time (LP, Album, Reissue)Polydor2417 129Germany1979
Black Monk Time (CD, Album, Reissue, Unofficial Release)Israphon (2)ISR 003 CD1990
Black Monk Time (LP, Album, Reissue, Unofficial Release)Israphon (2)ISR 0031990
Black Monk Time (CD, Album, Reissue, Stereo)Repertoire RecordsREP 4438-WPGermany1994


OF-THE-WORLD's profile picture
Hmm shoulda bought a few when they were $300 a few years ago. LOLs .
flipster's profile picture
...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 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 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...