You remember that time when you were a kid, and you found this weird looking caterpillar thing, and you thought "I wonder what this turns into?" So you scooped it up and put it in a jar with holes in the top, and watched it spin a cocoon, and waited patiently while it pupated. Then one day you come in the room and see that the cocoon has split open, but there's no sign of any kind of bug in the jar, so you turn around to look and see how it possibly could have gotten out and to where, and then an 8 foot tall nightmare springs at you, spearing you through your organs with four chitinous forelimbs while it's mandibles slice your skull apart and its inner mouthpieces eagerly shred the juicy brain inside?
Well, that's pretty much what happens when Rusty Anderson puts down his acoustic guitar and sets aside his canon of bewildering folk tunes, shedding his "Top Grossing Films of 1984" moniker to unleash the raw animal ferocity of his long-slumbering "Monster Sized Monster" project, which podcast bro Night Grinder has repeatedly and emphatically called "the harshest act in St. Louis". There's some other acts we could name that would give him a run for his money, but it would be BLOODY sorting out that bracket, and onlookers likely would be permanently scarred. You've been warned. Beware of monster. He hungry.