ALBUM: Moon Duo – Mazes

Release Date: April 18th, 2011
Label: Souterrain Transmissions
Website: www.moonduo.org
MySpace: www.myspace.com/moonduo

Rating:

After several painful listens of this record, I can safely say that it’s pretty awful. ‘Mazes’ is a full punishing 44 minutes long, where all 8 tracks blend together into this mono-tonal, dull, cheap, electronic dirge. It’s the kind of pretentious shite that hipsters go on and on about, and then go on to claim that “you’ve probably never heard of them because they’re so underground”. Maybe that’s a good thing, and in this case it most definitely is.

The actual performance on the album is very good, with compelling guitar riffs peppered here and there, but this is all ruined with god-awful, boring-as-hell vocals and a synthesiser accompaniment that has been done to death. The shortest (and therefore, the best) track ‘Scars’ is still clocks in at 4 minutes and 18 seconds long. This is the mellower of songs on the album and one of the high points. Other tracks like ‘Fallout’ and ‘In The Sun’ have the same guitar sounds similar to those of The Caesars and Feeder, but are still tedious. It’s hard to tell the others apart, so they’re not really worth a mention.

Most of us are familiar with the viral hit song ‘Being A Dickhead’s Cool’, well Moon Duo are, down to the last detail, those “one-gear-fixie-bike-riding” wannabes they describe in that song. To say I’m not a fan of the ‘hipster scene’ is a vast understatement. But this doesn’t make me biased, one of my favourite bands, The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, are very indie, but they are still immense both in the studio and on the stage.

To summarise, only buy this album if it’s a gift for a friend, a friend that you don’t mind losing contact with. Moon Duo are an undeniably talented pair, but my god, they’re mind-numbingly boring. I would rather listen to Alan Rickman reciting Pi to the 1000th digit than listen to ‘Mazes’ again. It’s not the worst album to come out of the hipster world, but saying that is also like saying this album is not the smelliest of turds, but it’s still a turd.

Written by Andy Roberts