Product Description Man Incorporated is Mat McGuire's one-man punk rock band, with a sound akin to a drunk, Irish Lenny Bruce armed with a bass, a large amplifier and an even larger kick drum. Machine is anger-and-beer-fueled-one-man-punk-rock with an intensity and self-deprecating humor not seen since Dez-era Black Flag, targeting everything and everyone from lazy hippies and evangelists to mindless mob mentality and genuine happiness. Review "A one-man punk army... Kindered Spirits: Black Flag, Bob Log III" -- Alternative Press, August 2003"Raw, abrasive and often humorous punk-style rants" -- Gary Graff, Oakland Press, May 25, 2003"There's a parodic grin close beneath his scowl" -- Blender, August 2003 About the Artist MAN was formed when Matt McGuire decided to leave his hometown of Detroit and his band mates in the terminally under-appreciated and perennially drunk Forehead Stew for the Rocky Mountains and a life on a snowboard. The Denver-Boulder area must have seemed like the Promised Land to him at the time. But, alas! Things are never quite what they seem. When he moved to Colorado, he discovered that he missed making music. After several fistfights and even more failed attempts at forming a band with the locals, Matt decided that the "ropeheads and puppy-draggers" that surrounded him were not compatible with his musical tastes and endeavors. Like any self-respecting misanthropic visionary, he proceeded to go it alone. So he returned to Detroit. Cursed with a lack of available friends, funds and recording equipment, Matt found that the easiest way to impose his musical vision was to play the most important instruments in a band himself—the rhythm instruments. Since bands usually need a singer, the obvious answer was to take on that responsibility, as well. A band must be able to play shows, so he devised a way to do all three things at once. With his concept firmly in place, Matt became MAN, MAN began to write songs, and —being an ex-expatriate of sorts ("you try living in Hippieland after you've lived in Detroit your whole life," he says, annoyed)—the result were the songs of "protest" that have come to be loved by the many people that have seen the MAN band play live. At his early shows, the sight of this man in a suit dragging a big guitar amp and an even larger kick drum into a coffee shop for an open-mic night was enough to send the tree-huggers running for the safety of their mommy's wombs, but a welcome sight for the disenfranchised, cynical and adventuresome folk that dared to stick around. Is MAN a singer songwriter? Sure, why not, albeit with some major differences, anger being only one of them. MAN's songs might sound like Bob Dylan, if Dylan had ever heard the Swans and had run out of booze. MAN's songs might sound like Phil Ochs, if Ochs had ever played punk rock and had run out of booze. MAN's songs sometimes sound like human techno, if techno-people were to ever run out of booze. MAN's songs sound like he's just run out of booze ("Beer for Man"), and he's pissed off about it. Like a drunk, Irish Lenny Bruce armed with a bass, a large amplifier, and an even larger kick drum, MAN's "songs of protest" have enthralled audiences all over the West and Mid-West, as a MAN performance is a sight to behold indeed. Although brutal and in your face, MAN's shows and songs are also brimming with self-effacing humor. "You've got to have that, otherwise you're just an asshole," he says. Matt plays his strange form of anger-and-beer-fueled-one-man-punk-rock with an intensity and self-deprecating humor not seen since Dez-era Black Flag, targeting everything and everyone from lazy Hippies ("Hippie Down!"), evangelists ("Blue Law Sunday"), mindless mob mentality ("Fuck the Team!"), to genuine happiness ("I'm so Happy [I'm Singing in a Major Key]"). MAN is for real; his words and music will convince any non-believers of this. "Don't call it a novelty, I've been this for years," he paraphrases L.L. Cool J, "put that in your pipe and smoke it!" Don't forget to pass it on the left. See more