Watch: Moses Gunn Collective - Back Into The Womb
A quirky, psych-enthused and talented bunch out of Brisbane.
Last Saturday evening, after sipping beers in Sydney’s inner-city suburb of Chippendale, three of my closest friends and I headed to GoodGod Small Club to catch Moses Gunn Collective.
As a predominantly electronic listener, my knowledge of the quintet was limited apart from a few listens of their debut album Mercy Mountain, which I think is spectacular. After an hour huddled in the inner sanctum of GoodGod I knew I had to put some words to this group as they’ve captured my attention and I hope they capture yours too.
Psych-rock’s a big talking point at present - bands like Tame Impala, POND and King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard are always on a steep and steady incline. Soon enough we’ll be mentioning Moses in the same sentence…actually not the same sentence as these guys have a real sense of originality. This collective are forging their own sound, a sound that crowds are lapping up.
Instilled with a love for drawly vocals, torn guitar chords and crashing drums Moses are a band who have settled nicely in the psych-rock space. Not only a gaggle of great musicians, they’ve got both an infectious character and stage presence; dominated by an obsession for glitter, DIY costumes and eccentric dance moves.
As of late, we’ve had a keen eye on Brissy band The Belligerents whose Sam Sargent (Drums) and Lewis Stephenson (Vocals, Guitar) also star in. Check out their new tune Looking at You and a swell rendition of Fat Boy Slim’s Praise You HERE.
As already mentioned for a debut LP, Mercy Mountain is a gem. Track ten of the album, Back Into The Womb is one that really sticks with me. An energetic piece characterised by Aidan Moore’s crooning falsetto vocals, rolling drum sections and a an array of electric chords. The instrumental organised chaos that is Back Into The Womb will make you want to grow long hair, thrash your head around and raise a cold brew to sky. It’s a totally happy affair.
What’s all the more cool is the whole lot of them are legends. Following the gig my mates I ended up back at their Sydney nest sinking VB’s in the early hours of Sunday morning – talking shit and having a crack at card games whilst incredibly inebriated.
Climb back inside where you came from and get your mittens on Mercy Mountain.