I’ve decided, Mogwai are the most important rock band since The Pixies (but not quiet as important as Sonic Youth).
They’ve shown us so many things. That you can do your own thing and still sell records, that you can play instrumental music without looking at your shoes all the time, that you can have an attitude and still play relatively slow music, and that rock bands can wear Kappa.
You might like them. They tend to appeal to punk/metal/goth and electronica fans as well as avant-wankers. They’re quite loud at times. And heavy. They know how to be heavy.
They start off quiet. Quiet as fuck. Sometimes you have to look over at the CD player to make sure it’s actually started. Then they get louder, until your ears are bleeding and you’re throwing up, and then they get quiet and stop, and you’re left lying on the floor in a pool of your own bodily fluids, and you think “Shit, I need to see this band live”.
Instrumental indie-goth-folk-noise-rock like Mogwai is the new punk-rock. They have the attitude, they have the originality and the freshness, and they have the volume. They can do it.
They’re the leaders of a movement. There are too many indie bands sitting around strumming whimsically, too many metal bands walking around proclaiming their music to be the heaviest shit on earth and that they are THE motherfuckers (but they won’t get on a plane), and too many jazzy post-rock wank bands who don’t know what rock is. Mogwai’s movement is a reaction against all that.
Mogwai listen to Sonic Youth, Joy Division, Slint and The Cure. They’re friends with …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead and Godspeed You Black Emperor!.
Mogwai make t-shirts that say “Blur are shite.” They’re capitalists with morals (they don’t mind McDonalds because they’re not putting local people out of business, but they fucking hate Woolworths). They hate Linkin Park and saxophones. They’re not ironic. They won’t make you dance, but you can if you want. They hate the Royal Family. They’re Scottish. They have a CD of remixes.
They’re better than your band, that’s for fucking sure.
Mogwai Young Team
Their first album, not as accomplished as their recent work, but incredibly creative.
Come On Die Young
70 minutes of slow-motion heart-attacks and ten minute noise epics.
A record of quiet-noise, of newly developed song-writing coupled with their well practised mastery of texture and atmosphere. A record of huge beauty.
My Father, My King
A one track, 20 minute EP. An adaptation of a Jewish hymn. Astoundingly dark and harrowing.
A collection of three early EPs by the band (10 tracks in all). Lo-fi, atmospheric, powerful.
Kicking A Dead Pig (remixes)
A hit-and-miss collection of electronic versions of Mogwai songs. Not essential, but it’s interesting that this exists at all.
A collection of proto-Mogwai material from the very early days. Newly re-issued, I don’t own it yet because I’m a lazy bastard.
For more information go to: http://www.mogwai.co.uk