Menstruation Monsters

"where my legs end, your nightmare starts"

From crying walls the skulls of reeking bunnies peel off, tears solidify

to eyerings made of diamonds and everywhere it's snowing black confetti.

Menstruation Monsters are no petty girlgroup in the usual sense but protagonists

of the viennese scene. The scrupulously precise styled shows by Mel Merio undergo

an continuous change, serve both communication and permanent self-checking.

as contrary as the voices are, the character of the band are: lascivious, strong, emotional, hybrid

and fragile.

It's about dirt and blood, the desperateness seems often final and inevitable, wishes,

bizarre phantasies and primal human fears are in constant discours. dark stories about sad, little

genitals are being hunted by Christopher Just's strategically produced techno sound through even darker nights.

But sometimes the clouds tear open, the most beautiful piano-break in music history sounds

and then reconciles all of a sudden all living beings of this planet.

And it is excactly this discours that lets the Menstruation Monsters take that unique, estranging

- and at the same time oddly familiar effect.