Young LA rockers The Molochs defiantly mine the past for inspiration.
Their skeletal garage rock framework of guitar, ragged organ, harmonica and drums is offset by the droning vocals and mildly disaffected worldview of frontman Lucas Fitzsimons, whose lyrics examine the usual tropes of girl troubles and associated angst. It's all lazily anthemic but blossoms amidst the up-tempo swagger of No More Cryin, the incessantly grooving You And Me and the proto-psych murmur of Little Stars. A modern spin on familiar sounds, instantly comfortable but with a fascinating new veneer.
