I re-watched my friend Daniel’s film loudQuietloud, a documentary about my favorite rock band The Pixies, on the long flight over from LA to NYC last weekend. However you feel about the vérité content, which poetically shows the seminal band’s disparate–and sometimes desperate–situation, it’s loaded with beautiful mixes of their timeless songs and inevitably puts me in the mood for every song of theirs I’ve ever loved. In addition to desperately wanting to listen through my entire Pixies discography, I’ve had a hankering for Fugazi’s Repeater, Modest Mouse’s Lonesome Crowded Night, Blonde Redhead’s La Mia Vita Violenta! and Pavement’s Slanted and Enchanted ever since.
What a perfect time for The Moonrats, a ridiculously beautiful LA trio that reminds us of everything we liked about music in the 90s, using winky, modern Isaac Brock-style interpretations, all with a kind of Arcade Fire exuberance. That is not to say that they don’t have something special all their own. Rather, they feel a bit like a college best friend– who was so fashionable, smart, fabulous, and familiar always, and years later, even with increasingly infrequent visits, they feel only more familiar and better with age.
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