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Mog Rocket

Mog Rocket Radio

General Info

  • Genre: Progressive / Rock

    Location DECATUR, Georgia, US

    Profile Views: 20421

    Last Login: 8/21/2011

    Member Since 5/17/2008

    Website myspace.com/mogrocket

    Record Label Unsigned

    Type of Label Unsigned

  • Bio

    tighten the glue-based threaded suction-cup grip and bones of your veiny claws and removable cartilage thumbs around the soft silky lassos extended, the spider web yarns that cradle the EXPLODING STEEL BULLET above your cranium, your fore-arms shoulders and upper body rigid and shaking in order to hang on for dear life, as this kaleidoscope kite-machine cranks coughs and drags you off and away, through the multi-layered misty stratosphere, w/ the humming ancient Anti-Gravity Engines BLASTING coyly in their summer heat-waves, green and violent smoky buildup anonymous and incremental, and the deafening RRRumbling, BEAUTIMOUS time-travel ENORMOUS, wildly dodging and dogging the creamy snow puffball cloud mountains that freely float toward you, menacing foggy opponents chilly and invincible in their haste, struggle within to pull yourself up and into the unknown wilderness. open the aluminum wire-mesh hatch, heavy in her lower aft. BE GREETED by mysterious glowing peoples inside her awesome interior bay, listen closely to hear the chilly starlet fragments radiate reality nearby, clicking in the oppressive evening breeze. and at the deepest pit of your gut, it occurs to you that this mog rocket might actually take you home, to the desolate war-torn deserted streets where you grew up, as a child running and waving your arms in the air as fighter jet planes flew by overhead, possibly the last friendly spectacle they ever saw.. your consciousness fades off into a flute-music reverie.. dreaming about how she came streaming across the grassy field with flexible arms waving uncontrollably, like peach-flavored taffy tentacles, her soft welcoming body, long flowing honey-colored hair, and warm muddy center calling out to your soul. you leap to her embrace before she floats 'n' disappears away forever. now, years later, you feel the wheezing air rip away against your taut skin as you're carried away, muscles groaning against the strain – every cell in your body flexes and screams in unison and agony, and you remember her sweet and delicate touch, the dionaea muscipula that devoured your minty cool breath and thunderous young heart beats abundant, the wild fragile and fickle flower, thorny and of undiluted brilliance and dark inner beauty, who hoisted you up into the hazy gray atmosphere with only one sling-shot-like arm. And as you float across the void of space, alone, your stow-away life-line now severed from the ship, all you hear and see is her melodic yet doomsday howling. drifting through the empty coldness of the outer universe, voracious hunger devours your innate kindness until your beady eyes begin to see the phosphorescent shine of a million carnivorous space cows, large hairy bovine stampeding toward your co-ordinates!! and you are now at the mercy of any nearby space cruisers to plug and blast them cows one by one before you get trampled to death.... BLA-ZAM!! ZWARRRRR! ZWARRRRR! BLA-ZAM!! BLA-ZAM!! BLA-ZAMM!! .......SIZzzzzzzzzzzzzle... [sniff].. [sniff].. wake up in a steamy pool of your own sweat, feather pillows ruffled and red 'n' blue plaid flannel sheets thrown aside in your dreamy chaos.. yet the bed is firm; you're roasting, with the AC rattling unsuccessfully in the mid of night, look around at your surroundings, and be dazed and amazed to find SPACE HAMBURGERS calling out to you from an old bamboo tray next to your bed; in your delirium, these burgers have the most incredibly delicious aroma and taste.. in the past, no burger was ever created to rival these, and in the future, it must be impossible to re-create a pleasure so infinite. and just imagine how a nice ripe n salted tomato would increase the intense goodness of your new meal, until your mouth waters with joy, immediately becoming irresponsible. SALUT your captors and their poison as you get sucked sideways into the maelstrom vortex of galactic cruiser decadence.. they need YOU to be their major captain and chief of state, to enjoy their lusciously freaky fuck-bots, free of charge and designed to please, and to drink of the sweet n bitter grape vine liquors and complex home-brewed ales, straight from the old wooden barrels that are refrigerated down below within the cooling section of the ship. you become MAGMATA IMPERATOR, crashing from planet to planet, find yourself at the helm of this MADDNESS. you can't help yourself. THE INNER ANIMAL TAKES OVER. MANGLE THROUGH TRAILER PARKS ON SOME SUNNY GREEN PLANET, landing the ship to stretch your arms and find some new bitches, and to RE-LOAD, RE-FUEL, PILLAGE AND PLUNDER!

  • Members

    Jonathan Beckner: Guitars/Vox.. Lee Brownlow: Drums.. Levi Boz White: Bass/Vox..

  • Influences

    YES, King Crimson, Babe Ruth, Miles Davis, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Brie, Muhamed Ali,Soft Machine, Pink Floyd, Tortoise, John Coltrane, Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Ghandi, Shakti, Jesse Owens, Chuckles,David Bowie, Return to Forever, Mastodon, The Beatles, Salvador Dali, George Carlin, Ween, The Rolling Stones, Nektar, Grateful Dead, Phish, Led Zeppelin, Rush, Weather Report, Traffic, Dixie Dregs, Cream, Santana, Tony Two Toes, Gong, Abraham Lincoln, XTC, The Dukes of Stratosphere, The Zombies, Can, Jefferson Airplane, Andy Griffith, Bevis Frond, Jimi, Andy Warhol, Battles, Don Cab, Love, Jeff Beck, Don Cheadle, Acid Mothers Temple, Gentle Giant, Zappa, Pretty Things, Peter Banks, Steve Howe, Vincent Van Gogh

  • Sounds Like

    Spaceship Rock

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