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THINK what we achieved when we play live
really good and what we've achieved on
some songs on 'Thursday's Calling' is a
real sense of abandonment. A
feeling that everything will take care of
itself and that sort of unpredictability
is lost in popular music. "We're not
concerned with fitting in with any modern
notion of music just to please everybody
who comes to see us. Most groups are so
gutless and fit into the general scheme
of things with shitty sounding records
and singers that can't sing so have to be
treated in the studio. There's nothing physical
about that at all." – David
Graney, Moodists singer.
It seems
that everyone in Melbourne goes 'ah, The
Moodists' and talks about them as though
they're edgy, strange and special.
Furthermore, all interested parties are
warned never to drink with them whatever
the state of one’s thirst.
The
essence of their repertoire appears to
live in some raging emotional menagerie.
Possessed of wild and burning tensions,
their songs soar and sting the senses
with thunderous cracks of sensual energy.
It's a vicious jolt to the skeleton just
attempting to exist in the same
space as those death roar growl growl
guitars ... all that strummy clatter and then
you get smattered to jelly by the whack!
of Clare's drums when they simply crunch
up and through everything else.
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