been a long time coming but the Moodists revival seems
to be gathering momentum. Their recent show at the Tote featuring
the line-up of Dave Graney, Steve Miller, Clare Moore, Chris
Walsh and Mick Turner got such a great reaction many wonder why
they don't do it more often. I count myself among them. I was
parked close to the front of the stage directly in front of Mick's
amp with Handsome Steve's Fender Twin pointed directly at me
from the other side of the stage and all I could think was "somebody
should be taping this...it sounds amazing".
I wasn't the only one thinking along
these lines. Here are some choice quotes from two reviewers regarding
Firstly from James Bean in Inpress:
Everything about Dave Graney exudes
panache. He's the dapper wheeler and dealer in a Hemingway novel,
set in Havana's swinging days, selling rum to the Cubans. Last
night he sold me the Moodists. And I bought it up big time......
It's probably twenty years ago that
Melbourne last rejected the Moodists, and even now they don't fail
to confront and jostle with your brain for space.....
The Moodists are no prank. Parade your
ears in their slipstream. You'll genuflect - Christ, even Steve
Miller was brought to his knees - all the while stabbing his strat
and torquing the tremelo - in an environment of scarce resources
the self maximising consumer can do little but suck it up.
And furthermore from Shane Moritz in
A crushing stomp from Clare Moore elicited
the first of many acts of danger. Machine, Machine, Chad's Car
and Runaway got us hot early on. By the fourth cut, Clare clipped
her fingers with an errant rap of her sticks. Blood spattered all
over her kit. Handsome Steve Miller played on; he was dressed to
the almighty hilt and coaxing dirty black magic from the depths
of his guitar. To his left Mick Turner (one third of the Dirty
Three) stirred a burning cauldron of trenchant noise, while bassist
Chris Walsh simply stood his ground. Chris looked eager to butt
people in the head. His bass is the one holding them steady, while
Clare snapped gum and dropped deadly bombs on drums.....
Unlike his hat brim Graney's groin had
optimum flexibility. What he said and how he moved could best be
imagined by the distillation of Clifford Odets, screenwriter, Too
Short, Oakland gangster rapper and Lou Reed's Tai Chi master. He
prowled the stage producing leg kicks in synch with the whip cracking
blare. Sometimes the man in the hat would creep out centre stage,
lurch forward and, with a hint of madness in the eye - growl. "I
was in an onanistic state when I wrote this next tune, reading
aleister crowley, listening to too much Led Zeppelin. I held an
erection for six months." It was then that the band launched into
something equally pointed.
We can't offer to sell you a live CD
from the current Moodists (yet) but you can get some idea of the
kind of vitality that's missing from your life by checking out
the retrospective 2CD set Two Fisted Art. You never know - you too may hold
an erection or something similar for six months.
Some useful links follow:
Listen to some Moodists tracks
See some pictures of the Moodists
Visit Dave Graney's site
Buy Two Fisted Art