Dateline Red Bank. Also the fourth dimension. I'm out here on Planet Monster Magnet.

The first thing you're gonna want to know is why such a dumb title? Number one, I can't go my whole life without calling one record Mindfucker. I'd be shirking my responsibility as a rocker! Plus, the way things are going these days stupid is the new smart. Yeah, things are that fucked up. The people who understand my not so subtle reasoning here will get it. How many people will that be? I don't know.

Mindfucker sure is a fun word to say. It rolls off the tongue quite nicely and it's totally apropos of the time. Anyone who doesn't see it is just missing history. You're right in history now. Look between the raindrops and see how things are perceived and how we perceive ourselves.

As the influence of 20th century advertising comes to its ultimate fruition in the 21st, we've all learned how to sell ourselves. Or at least our self-perceptions. We've got our social media pages. We can fabricate our own profiles. Here's my tv show! Here's my picture! Look! Pleeease!

Monster Magnet’s been misunderstood from the day it came out, but that's OK. Music is weird and cool. And being in a band is weird and cool. I've been in a band for a long time. I never wanted to be the band that totally sold out. Never wanted to ring the bell of every single shmuck on the planet. I never wanted to be the band that jumped the shark so fucking bad that I was stuck in a position like, "Yes, I'm the shark jumper" and walk around high-fiving myself in spite of it. And the only way to do that is be true to myself. And if that means being misunderstood sometimes, then so be it.

In the end and regardless of my banter, what I hope people will understand about this album, whether they really get the sensibility of the lyrics or not, is that MINDFUCKER is still that rock-for-rock's-sake record I've been talking about. And there's nothing wrong with that.

Rock on.

--- Dave Wyndorf, 2018