Sleep Said The Monster

Sleep Said The Monster is the kind of band you meet in a back alley, but not in the drug-dealing/sex-peddling/money-stealing sort of way. They aren't there to hurt you. Sure, they craft their parables using the same darkness that those misfit archetypes generally inhabit. And yes, the stories swimming through their brand of brooding pop often reference the kind of sordid tales that only occur in the less than sunny portions of society. But Sleep Said The Monster is a reference point. They allow you to ingest things you might normally find a bit less than palatable. They reside in that back alley as a guide, not as a trap. For every bit of blood spatter there is the bright twinkle of piano, for every lost limb: a chorus of claps, for every ghoul: a giggle, and that is precisely why you should not fear them. Sleep Said The Monster waits in the shadows to inform you that the shadows aren't so bad. Rather, they are a place where you can get comfortable, sip on your favorite beverage, and learn to love all things ghastly.