If you were lucky enough to win some free tickets from MCB
to the last Moby show at St Andrews then you saw the direction
that Moby is going and here is another example
with The Little Death who debuted in NYC last month
Digging the band description from the myspace page:
THE LITTLE DEATH nyc is Aaron A. Brooks (drums), Laura Dawn (lead vocals), Daron Murphy, (guitar, bass, & harmonica) and Moby (bass, guitar). Formed in 2007, their sound is like a drunken bar fight between John Lee Hooker and Kurt Weill or the desperate love-child of Big Mama Thornton and Robert Mitchum. Old blues, soul, and vintage psychedelia slamming behind songs about fucking and despair, blind joy and glorious dissolution, fronted by a white girl with a voice equal parts Bessie Smith and Dusty Springfield. Their packed live shows (featuring tight harmonies from backup singers Jamie Rae and Cherie Martorana, aka The Death Threats) are raucous and passionate--a punk-rock fueled blues revival for hungry souls
Download some free music hereThe Little Death harkens back to time when 60s rock bands discovered the Blues, and instead of simply imitating those who adopted it The Little Death took their cues and chose to forge their own path, taking their individual rock roots and drowning themselves in the Deep South sound. Everything about the band embodies the grassroots time period, with each member having equal say and equal stake in the band, based on a mentality of veteran musicians and friends wanting to create something together that reflects their mutual love of raw blues, soul, and psychedelic rock. Recording nearly every song in three takes or less in order to capture the fervor of their live performance, and recording to tape to encapsulate the rich sound of yesteryear, their self-titled debut is best heard loud.
After years of toying with creating a band together, Laura Dawn (lead vocals), Moby (bass, guitar), Daron Murphy (guitar, bass, & harmonica), and Aaron A. Brooks (drums) brought this beloved project to formation in 2008. Their mix of no-holds-bar raw guitars and thumping drums is like a drunken bar fight between John Lee Hooker, Kurt Weill and Dusty Springfield, overlayed with gritty vocals bringing to life those feelings that are at the core of all of us:
blind joy and glorious dissolution,
lust and despair.
