It doesn’t take a nation of millions. Nor does it take a village. It
only takes five guys from Wilhurst St. for area women to lose self-control.
And if you dare to witness this assault of musical hypnotism, run for The Moils. ************************************************
Although this metaphysically-defiant aural amalgamation of cunning and
guile is comprised of Chris Goodwin, Aven Whittington, Mike Laskin, Marcel
Harkins, and Jose Simo, the sum of the parts are greater than the sum of
parts. Imagine lightning in a bottle that’s been baked into a wedding cake
of wanton inhibition that’s been placed in a wooden barrel of sonic fury;
now throw that barrel off a bridge at 55 mph. This is what it’s like to get
Moily.
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The Moils were voted Second Most Sensual Experience of 2004 by
unsatisfied tennis wives. First place went to chicken salad on a tomato
half, but that’s neither here nor there. But if those saucy racquet-swingers
aren’t convincing enough, listen to these hip ladies.
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"After seeing the Moils, I raised the hems on all my skirts"
- Sally Anne Milford-McGreevy, Gayfer Girl (81-82)
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"I had to go home and take a shower"
- First Lady Rosalyn Carter
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"I’m not French, but, ils sont la merde"
- Kitty Pilgrim
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"Why won’t Laskin return my calls?"
- Jacqueline Smith
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"You know, I’m not wearing anything under this"
- Dame Judi Dench
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