Band of the Week The Moondoggies
posted by July 24 at 13:45 PMon
Six months after moving here and I’m really, truly, fully excited about Seattle music. I’ve fallen for a slew of local bands—not in a token “I live here so I gotta like it” kinda way, but in a sincere “holy shit there’s so much real talent here” kinda way. I’m hugely proud of this scene and hugely proud to be a part of it.
The Moondoggies are one of those bands I’ve fallen for. They’re not perfect, but man are they fucking good.
Actually, for the right situation, maybe they are perfect.
That situation: Driving around one of the Puget Sound islands, late morning, gray light, misty rain.
This past weekend was the second time I found myself in a rental car, cruising rolling forest roads, with the Seattle cosmic country rockers’ demo on the stereo, pulling me towards my destination. I’m listening to the perfect music for this moment, the moment and the music all thanks to Seattle and the sound and the Sound.
The Moondoggies, despite their name, are some serious dudes. The demo, again, isn’t perfect, but damn it’s close. A teenage Gram Parsons meets the Band behind the bleachers to smoke a joint: rollicking midtempo jams, Rhodes electric piano twinkling above group harmonies and bubbling bass lines. Plenty of chorus on every song, and usually more than one great hook. Like, almost too many hooks, until a few seven-plus minute songs burst from simple melodic lines into dark space and somber crescendoes. Some of it’s rollicking, some of it’s mellowed, but all of it’s sweetly sung and smartly played and catchy as hell.
The Moondoggies’ next gig’s at Conor Byrne on August 10. I’ve seen them live; they’re terrific, totally worth the drive to Ballard. Especially if you can rock the demo on the way there.