Mooz

This is a tribute site to one of Bristol's greatest ever bands.Here is what Everett True said about their posthumous second album"You stupid bastards.You all went out and bought Radio 4 and Interpol records when you could've been succumbing to the sweet grooves of Bristol's Mooz: atonal punk rock and the rhythmic splendor of ESG; four girls who understood that silence is a rhythm too. They started up sweet and ended up brilliantly sullen and abrasive; their dissonant disaffection and jazz-tainted refrains couldn't have been further away from the populist cheerleader-ism of Yeah Yeah Yeahs if they tried. Strings got scraped. Voices got raised. Atmosphere got ladled. Mooz's second - and final - album, My Property (Blood Red Sounds) was recorded in one afternoon as a CDR to flog at their final gig, and is a more brilliant documentation of the Careless Talk Cost's Lives aesthetic than anything this side of Young People or Erase Errata (although Gullick would hate it). It features the layered harmonies and deep sarcasm of 'Girl Watcher': it has a song called PMT. There are bonus live tracks. Fingers are running down fretboards. Jeez! What more do you want?I'd place Mooz next to three, great unheralded bands from the early Eighties - The Transmitters, polital girl duo Toxic Shock and The Leopards ('Strange Rhythmical Music') - and say this once more for all those who weren't paying attention and think Help She Can't Swim provide a challenge: you stupid bastards. How could you let this go unnoticed? You fuckers."Second album 'My Property' available from www.bloodredsounds.co.uk and debut album 'The Wheel That Squeaks The Loudest Is The One That Gets The Grease' from www.sinkandstove.co.uk