Release Date: Apr 7, 2017
Record label: Fiction
In the past The Big Moon have compared their debut album to a roast dinner; a fairly spot-on culinary comparison, as things go. A delicious treat - involving lots of juggling, patience, different elements, and resting periods - along the way, there’s a reason why roasts only come along every odd Sunday. The spuds alone are tricky little blighters to nail, let alone a whole blimmin’ plate-full.
Whether you're a duo or a much larger collective, actually getting along and wanting to spend time together works wonders for your music. It's why Little Mix , despite being manufactured, work - because they actually seem to like each other a lot. The Big Moon have that bond in buckets. From interviews through to their live shows, there's an electric chemistry between the four of them.
T he golden age of indie might be over, but The Big Moon are resuscitating its corpse for one last hurrah. As if recorded on a grotty Camden bar crawl, the quartet's debut crashes and careens, as romantic as it is ramshackle, with Pixies-style quiet/loud contrasts a staple structure of their songs. Hopeless love story Cupid is a cross between early Libertines and Freakin' Out-era Graham Coxon, its lyrics berating the sugary-drink-fuelled braggadocio of a misguided lothario ("He said, 'I'm gonna make the Earth shake tonight' / Pineapple juice, tropical Rubicon courage!").
Buzz has long been building around London four-piece The Big Moon, and their debut demonstrates it wasn't misplaced enthusiasm. The album starts already revved up, the all-female band led by Juliette Jackson flying straight into 2015 single "Sucker," the first of a dozen sculpted tracks. With charmingly breezy glibness, and sharp edges smoothed down, a honed collection of pop-rock songs follow as Love in the 4th Dimension unfolds.
News of indie guitar-pop's dulled state clearly hasn't reached The Big Moon, whose debut spikes its derivations with bright gang spirit and a confidently loose insouciance. Band bonds and intuitive dynamics nurtured over two years of touring (including well-received dates with Ezra Furman), the London quartet recorded it in 12 days, a rapid turnaround giving former Wolf Alice/Foals producer Catherine Marks time to capture the band's vim without dampening their spontaneity. They don't muck about.