THEM MOOSE RUSH
Don’t Pick Your Noise
Courageous Croatians hurdle over genre boundaries
Croatia’s Them Moose Rush live up to their nonsensical name, widdling through 45 minutes of White Stripes by way of
Frank Zappa. A seemingly loose, bluesy affair, Don’t Pick Your Noise relies on golden hooks as much as it does improvisation; for every random noise, noodly solo or elongated blues lick there’s the insatiable kick drum in Dumadu Honey or
Stupid Face’s gloriously childish chorus. Nikola Runjavec’s vocals sit in the pockets of Jack White and Robert Plant, really embellishing the moments when Them Moose Rush decide to throw out effortlessly heavy, sludge-worthy riffs.
It’s a sandblasted, bass-laden, wah-pedal-in-your-face affair, and even when it loses focus towards the end – they’re much better at being a prog-tinged rock band than the other way round – it still engages on a level above the ‘You’ve never heard Kyuss, right?’ stuff Royal
Blood dish out.
FOR FANS OF: TURBOWOLF, KYUSS, THE WHITE STRIPES