The very talented and very foxy Monty, from melbourne three piece Your Animal (pictured left) reveals what she's been aurally obsessed with this month ...

Audiobiography by ASHA BHOSLE

"Mahnahmahnah do-dooo-do-doo-doo" The question is: What is a Mahnahmahnah? The question is: Is that the Muppet Show house band playing with Bollywood singing star Asha Bhosle or is it a Casio keyboard and a couple of samples from said show? The question is: Who cares. The question is: Who would be the Indian equivalent of Statler and Waldorf - the two crones in the balcony seat bitching at the Muppet band? Alright no more questions just some facts about Asha.

She was born in India in 1933, started recording songs in 1943 and has recorded 1200 songs to date, her sister holds the record for the most songs ever recorded in the history of the universe and I personally like this compilation for its sonic fwuzziness and its quintessential Bolly sound - boisterous, eastern and morphic. Were Jim Henson alive today I'm sure he would be inspired to muppetise Asha B (ie. turn her into a muppet).

Midnight Believer by ALEKS AND THE RAMPS

I love this band and I've seen them play many times. Over the last couple of years I've watched them mature, not only in their fleshly fantastical skins but in their fantastical sounds. On a recent show at the RRR performance space they played live on Woody's show and gave us all one helluva MIGHTY DOUCHE.

Playing tuines from their new record Midnight Believer, it was a golden shower from heaven - a glitter storm from the planet Urea - falling on my head. I only drifted off once and it was towards the end of the gig when the Ramps started talking about food. I got hungry for a minute and then I got over it cos my hunger was less deserving of attention than the awesome show they were giving.

Aleks and the Ramps are a family band of 5 dancing monkeys with robotic voice monsters appearing from the shadows where the wild things are.They craft intricate layered musical wonderment for all the family. Shrilly sweet harmonies and primal screams notwithstanding. I left uplifted, my hunger gone and the proud owner of their brand new record.

Fuck Everything by HIPSTER RUNOFF

Is Hipster Runoff a homicidal maniac or a Mozart of his time? Whoever he is, he is a young man totally absorbed in the idea of his own death, and spoken in a machine like trance - in a minute-by-minute metronomical suicide - he 'fucks everything'.

It's worth enduring the 90 minute micro scope as his multi-coloured technical paradise fades completely to grey. I remember times in my not too distant youth when everything that seemed real and right proved illusory and wrong and a list of 'fuck everythings' ensued. I have diaries full of them, with drawings to accompany.

Hypocrisies and conspiracies of modern civilisation are maddening when you are hyper aware of the world you live, but by the grace of plate glass screens in our high TV culture, a great many of us chaps and chicks can just change the channel and tune out - or can we? Its not ok to do that anymore cos it's starkly obvious that the planet is riddled with death, with broken down items of planned obsolescence, ever-advancing 21st centurial inventions, migraine-causing sirens and looming days of doom. Its enough to freak anyone out - to fantasise - if not actualise their own d e a t h.

Poets may poetize, but for some, a rose by any other name is still called "manic depression" and this doom isnt artificial. I get the feeling from Hipster Runoff that he is the one living the life of fusion and confusion and his snuff-like poem resembling a great beat artist from 1959 on opiates - can be found here at his blog for your listening pleasure...