Hannah Miller - Lead vocals, cello, guitar
Oliver Austin – Drums, guitar, percussion, vocals
Ruth Skipper – Co-lead vocals, bassoon, autoharp
Jim Mortimore – Bass, vocals
Raevennan Husbandes - Electric Guitar, co-lead vocals
Venue - Union Chapel, London
Current Album - Preternatural (Pre-order from February 2016)
21/04 Southampton, The Brook
22/04 Oxford, The Cellar
23/04 London, Islington Assembly Hall
24/04 Bristol, Exchange
26/04 Bury St Edmunds, Apex
27/04 Birmingham, The Oobleck
28/04 Leicester, The Musician
29/04 Edinburgh, La Belle Angele
03/05 York, The Duchess
04/05 Sheffield, Greystones
05/05 Manchester, Band on the Wall
06/05 Stroud, The Convent
07/05 Falmouth, Tolmen Centre
As you might know, this is not a blog for end of year lists, not for awarding one, nor two, nor three, nor any stars. It is rare to compare musicians or rate technique, but this concert was one that sticks in the mind and the heart. The Moulettes are worth more attention, digging that bit deeper into their music (and perhaps their ideas and motivations etc too).
Dark earth, sickly deep. Power and enchantment but never twee. The throwing of us to the bottom of the well, our dreams on pennies or bodies, we do not know which yet.
The Observatory - Alphabetti curses, so many smears and traces like a multi-layered crime scene investigation. A death of minor kills.
Danger, spider cannibalism. Modern mythological lures, dazzling lights in the songs that pull us further into the dark sky. Modern drug addled hypnotism, the hissing of reptilian eyes.
Skin of an Octopus - Cord and trip, discord and energy, keep catching us with different traps, never with the same bait or snare.
Nematode Worm - Purpose, entwining, wrap around. A Star Trek call, aliens sucked into a vacuum of darkness with an ever decreasing echo.
Songbird - Sails in front of our eyes rather than blowing us into the storm, we are the audience once more, and for one song this is a conventional gig again. Just as we sit comfortably, re-marking the distance between us and the band, we hear the accordion of Anja McCloskey and the mystery of the penny arcade draws us closer. An automaton that deserves more than small change to bring it to life.