Taking the 2 and 1 half minute song format and making a scheme full of DADA lyrics and melodic cares, Me Me The Moth's sound is a union of voices afloat musical styles ranging from country experimental twang, to fast and crunchy slurs, to rhythmic swinging plucks, back to the creepy ambience of a reverse. You can take references to lunch, Beefheart, Wire, Wonder, Pere Ubu or nothing like. Space is antique, planted in the 21st century, harmonies feed the story and the music is pure and original. Made in America, with roots in Chile and England, Me Me The Moth is a collaboration between Marcelo Radulovich and Neil Carlill.
Their self-produced debut album titled The Weirding Valley features 14 songs constructed via the internet. With Neil in Salem, MA, and Marcelo in Cardiff, CA, the process involved exchanging sound files, which were then pieced together at Radulovich's home studio. This impersonal, long distance approach yielded a work that is surprisingly cohesive and fresh, warm and deep, filled with artistic prowess and fun like tongue in cheek, a new voice existing between unholy commerce. In December 2008 Neil and Marcelo met and began rehearsing for live performances in 2009.
hey neil and marcello! i so much like your music!! and your new video, too! very entertaining! i guess you would have had no chance to meet for shooting it anyway, but what a good idea to combine it like that so it also visualises the way you made your music, so well done! please check out my new edit, too. hope you'll enjoy and bestes, xbz
I took the sugar today. It was wrong along time coming. I see the faces of those without the passenger. What do I have for them: Nothing that they don't have for me. You can be in a butterfly house and ask the children to not be cruel. They never listen to advice when there is a thrill in the wings do they? Someone told me my stories are interesting. They are wrong. They are good people but they are my enemies. Like my sister or my mother and maybe even my children. I refuse to live in the land of victim. I am a man or some form thereof. I do what I do and that is a legal thing.
But this world, this world is like your lyric, unable and distorted and about face. We see these moments when we wake up uninterested in production. Why cant I sleep? Why cant I dream?
You are the stories grandfather told me to bide my time and instead of on his knees, I sit upon yours.
I always wished this phantom could exist in the family but it seems current calendars require the outside influence.
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