Somewhere in the swamps of Jersey, Dave Wyndorf and company concoct gloriously big, dumb teen stoner anthems with little more than a dream and a six-pack to fuel their creative juices. Simultaneously lauded and reviled for their command of the art of absurdity, Monster Magnet occupy a space a little left of Soundgarden yet not as far out as their late-‘60s/‘70s influences or contemporaries in the Japanese psych scene. God Says No is the latest in a line of regularly produced records for those one might think a tad intellectual for the Ozzfest crowd; however, I could be completely wrong on this front since I am only a casual listener of the Magnet. Regardless, this seasoned journalist knows a hit when he hears one, and “Melt”, the first cut off God Says No has the potential to entice the listener into a buzzsaw Sabbath swirlpool of psychedelic sludge apropos for Saturday nights in friends’ basements with Steppenwolf, Cheech & Chong, and some PCP. Wyndorf has control over his self-conscious faux rock star image, and his band gleefully play along. If this were 1978, we’d be talking multi-platinum, but unfortunately in this day and age of misdirected angsty aggression to the sound of two turntables and an Ibanez, MM’s appeal might get lost in the bargain bin. They’ve been doing all right so far however—videos on MTV, name recognition, the praise of Village Voice/Spin scribe Eric Weisbard—but the time has yet to come for the Magnet to truly shine. Is this the record that will break them? You be the judge.