If you would have been listening to our words or going to ANY of Temple of Bon Matin's countless American shows, maybe you'd be in the know, too. Sad, but true. Temple of Bon Matin are the brainchild of Mr. Ed Wilcox, thinker and ghetto-man from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Of course, he's not alone. I think of all the times I've seen their live shows, I can say that I've seen the same line-up only on two occasions.
Members float in and out like water, some staying for days, some for months.
Temple has been described as a cross between Merzbow and the L.A. Guns but stacks up high against any of the lame ass experimental shit that you listen to. Can had their moments, I can even like Hawkwind, but all in all Bon Matin keep coming back to me. 1994 self titled LP release put them on the map as a rock powerhouse. The cover, looking as if it were spraypainted by a group of 3rd graders sniffing glue about sent me over the roof the first time I saw it. Noticing the half rotted xerox paper stickers haphazardly stuck on her and there made me a convert.