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The Moog

Razzmatazz Orfeum

(MuSick Recordings)

Record Review by Marcel Feldmar

 

Formed in Hungary back in 2004, The Moog hit my ears first with their 2007 release Sold For Tomorrow, and now they thankfully are back to hit again. It seems as if the band has been building upon what they’ve done before and moving into a place where what had been influences are taking a step back and becoming more inspiration for an original style and sound.

 

With the rock scene in Hungary being a little behind what happens and what happened in these United States, the first album was pushed along by probably some repeated listens to the first couple of albums by the Strokes, plus a little Black Rebel, and of course, looking further back, the Kinks, the Stooges, and a nice little bit of Britpop. Now, the band has already progressed into a harder and more solid sound, throwing out the shadowed keyboard riffs underneath an onslaught of fuzzed out and growling guitar riffs, touching upon bands like the White Lies, the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, and a little bit of Bowie.

 

The Strokes inspired rock ‘n’ rolling is still there, definitely, but the voice is stronger, the guitars are thicker, and from the first chords of “This Is Horror” there is a deeper, darker groove that plays beneath the upbeat and driving energy. “Panic” hits a cool almost psychedelic stride, as filtered through some gothic garage rock car chase, and then “You Raised A Vampire” pulls tricks out from some darkwave Franz Ferdinand alternative universe songbook. This is what the whole crazy post-punk revival should be based on. It’s got the energy, it’s got the bite, it’s got the power and passion, and it keeps on pushing straight ahead. Every song is tied to the next, even when the dynamics shift, it all fits. Solid and breathing pure.

 

There’s a little breathing room when the fourth song hits, borrowing a little catchy guitar spin from Weezer, perhaps, but with a little more depth. The band takes another mellow step with the next song, but it still holds your attention, and then we’re back into that post-whatever sonic rock, and I likes it. The solid beats drive along with the bass lines, while the guitar crunches and crackles along. Throughout the fullness of each song, all the frantic electricity, there is still room to move, breathe, dance. It’s a perfect explosion of styles held together, like a New Wave Garage Rock Post Punk Dance party, and you know what? Everybody has been invited, so come on down and get hip to the Moog.


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