Wrexham South Central
There always seems to be one of these Japanese noise things at these events.
Tonight Wrexham has not seen anything like Tokyo’s Moja (pronounced Moya), who are a tsunami of splintered noise that is so brilliantly realised that it leaves a grin on your face and you can’t stop twitching and dancing to their manic brillaince.
There are two of them.
A woman plays drums like an octopus and manages to cram free jazz, hardcore and even a jagged funk into fast and furious assaults that lock in with the bassist who harnesses a heap of effects pedals that make him sound like a demented orchestra. His spine is one of those heavy grinding bass assaults but there are also sorts if sounds spewing out here.
And it sounds fantastic.
Their songs have mental structures with colliding riffs and stop starts and finish with a last song that kicks back into its it’s sledgehammer riff over and over.
Moja are a stunning live experience, they make freak music sound like party music their obvious pleasure at the death to trad rock that they create is brilliantly hypnotic.