One up to their adored ‘Paste’ LP, Moin are really just showing off on this new EP of jazz-instructed hardcore punk skronk - arguably their tightest yet, and the first to feature a credited vocal, by Fritz Welch of Peeesseye
‘Clocked Off’ sounds out Moin’s sinuously muscular and agile styles on four acutely contrasting variations of their mutable swerve. Hingeing, as ever, around Valentina Magaletti’s pugilistic percussion and Tom Halstead’s agitated but in-the-pocket basslines, Joe Andrews fires sampled shrapnel from the hip on some of their most rambunctious and bedevilled works, while the addition of Fritz Welch on vocals in ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ surely opens untold possibilities for future collaborations. Seriously, we reckon this might be their best work.
On ‘Pockets’ they unload a barrage of latinate breakbeats like Igor Cavalera soloing for the B-52’s, synched with spare chops of overdriven baile 808 snares, pluckiest bass and shock-out samples in an instant highlight of their 10 years to date. ‘No Neck’ does not let up the energy with its dervishing stick work and white-hot, wiry strings pushing toward a breathless finale, while ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ yokes it all back below the belt, iced-out with the droll delivery of Fritz Welch on a groove like Material doing West London broken beats for bar italia, and ‘Will I Have Enough Grapes’ switches again to a somehow enervated yet agitated swagger like earliest Swans emulating Éthiopiques rhythms.
WTF? How good?!
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One up to their adored ‘Paste’ LP, Moin are really just showing off on this new EP of jazz-instructed hardcore punk skronk - arguably their tightest yet, and the first to feature a credited vocal, by Fritz Welch of Peeesseye
‘Clocked Off’ sounds out Moin’s sinuously muscular and agile styles on four acutely contrasting variations of their mutable swerve. Hingeing, as ever, around Valentina Magaletti’s pugilistic percussion and Tom Halstead’s agitated but in-the-pocket basslines, Joe Andrews fires sampled shrapnel from the hip on some of their most rambunctious and bedevilled works, while the addition of Fritz Welch on vocals in ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ surely opens untold possibilities for future collaborations. Seriously, we reckon this might be their best work.
On ‘Pockets’ they unload a barrage of latinate breakbeats like Igor Cavalera soloing for the B-52’s, synched with spare chops of overdriven baile 808 snares, pluckiest bass and shock-out samples in an instant highlight of their 10 years to date. ‘No Neck’ does not let up the energy with its dervishing stick work and white-hot, wiry strings pushing toward a breathless finale, while ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ yokes it all back below the belt, iced-out with the droll delivery of Fritz Welch on a groove like Material doing West London broken beats for bar italia, and ‘Will I Have Enough Grapes’ switches again to a somehow enervated yet agitated swagger like earliest Swans emulating Éthiopiques rhythms.
WTF? How good?!
One up to their adored ‘Paste’ LP, Moin are really just showing off on this new EP of jazz-instructed hardcore punk skronk - arguably their tightest yet, and the first to feature a credited vocal, by Fritz Welch of Peeesseye
‘Clocked Off’ sounds out Moin’s sinuously muscular and agile styles on four acutely contrasting variations of their mutable swerve. Hingeing, as ever, around Valentina Magaletti’s pugilistic percussion and Tom Halstead’s agitated but in-the-pocket basslines, Joe Andrews fires sampled shrapnel from the hip on some of their most rambunctious and bedevilled works, while the addition of Fritz Welch on vocals in ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ surely opens untold possibilities for future collaborations. Seriously, we reckon this might be their best work.
On ‘Pockets’ they unload a barrage of latinate breakbeats like Igor Cavalera soloing for the B-52’s, synched with spare chops of overdriven baile 808 snares, pluckiest bass and shock-out samples in an instant highlight of their 10 years to date. ‘No Neck’ does not let up the energy with its dervishing stick work and white-hot, wiry strings pushing toward a breathless finale, while ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ yokes it all back below the belt, iced-out with the droll delivery of Fritz Welch on a groove like Material doing West London broken beats for bar italia, and ‘Will I Have Enough Grapes’ switches again to a somehow enervated yet agitated swagger like earliest Swans emulating Éthiopiques rhythms.
WTF? How good?!
One up to their adored ‘Paste’ LP, Moin are really just showing off on this new EP of jazz-instructed hardcore punk skronk - arguably their tightest yet, and the first to feature a credited vocal, by Fritz Welch of Peeesseye
‘Clocked Off’ sounds out Moin’s sinuously muscular and agile styles on four acutely contrasting variations of their mutable swerve. Hingeing, as ever, around Valentina Magaletti’s pugilistic percussion and Tom Halstead’s agitated but in-the-pocket basslines, Joe Andrews fires sampled shrapnel from the hip on some of their most rambunctious and bedevilled works, while the addition of Fritz Welch on vocals in ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ surely opens untold possibilities for future collaborations. Seriously, we reckon this might be their best work.
On ‘Pockets’ they unload a barrage of latinate breakbeats like Igor Cavalera soloing for the B-52’s, synched with spare chops of overdriven baile 808 snares, pluckiest bass and shock-out samples in an instant highlight of their 10 years to date. ‘No Neck’ does not let up the energy with its dervishing stick work and white-hot, wiry strings pushing toward a breathless finale, while ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ yokes it all back below the belt, iced-out with the droll delivery of Fritz Welch on a groove like Material doing West London broken beats for bar italia, and ‘Will I Have Enough Grapes’ switches again to a somehow enervated yet agitated swagger like earliest Swans emulating Éthiopiques rhythms.
WTF? How good?!
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One up to their adored ‘Paste’ LP, Moin are really just showing off on this new EP of jazz-instructed hardcore punk skronk - arguably their tightest yet, and the first to feature a credited vocal, by Fritz Welch of Peeesseye
‘Clocked Off’ sounds out Moin’s sinuously muscular and agile styles on four acutely contrasting variations of their mutable swerve. Hingeing, as ever, around Valentina Magaletti’s pugilistic percussion and Tom Halstead’s agitated but in-the-pocket basslines, Joe Andrews fires sampled shrapnel from the hip on some of their most rambunctious and bedevilled works, while the addition of Fritz Welch on vocals in ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ surely opens untold possibilities for future collaborations. Seriously, we reckon this might be their best work.
On ‘Pockets’ they unload a barrage of latinate breakbeats like Igor Cavalera soloing for the B-52’s, synched with spare chops of overdriven baile 808 snares, pluckiest bass and shock-out samples in an instant highlight of their 10 years to date. ‘No Neck’ does not let up the energy with its dervishing stick work and white-hot, wiry strings pushing toward a breathless finale, while ‘I Can’t I Can’t’ yokes it all back below the belt, iced-out with the droll delivery of Fritz Welch on a groove like Material doing West London broken beats for bar italia, and ‘Will I Have Enough Grapes’ switches again to a somehow enervated yet agitated swagger like earliest Swans emulating Éthiopiques rhythms.
WTF? How good?!