the MoodieVeto

Established oh so long ago in September of 2005, this trifecta of minutia focuses their creative energy into soundscapes about heartbreak, world war II, sudden expatriatism, alone time and those who make it more needed, plain old fashioned lust and those foggy nights when you wind up using parking meters as walking sticks. The decision to remain a three piece is due to the fact that it costs too much to feed full time bass players....And our infatuation with the idea of an entire musical ensemble travelling via sub-compact car.

The decision to remain a three piece is due to the fact that it costs too much to feed full time bass players....And our infatuation with the idea of an entire musical ensemble travelling via sub-compact car.

That crazy old man down the block, his creeky concertina and wonderful raspy voice; the Mod kids in their zipper boots and impeccable hair; the decrepid metropolitan byways of Detroit; Rogers and Hart tunes howled into a megaphone; an empty airport in Osaka at three in the morning on a Tuesday; a mellotron with anger control issues; the way her hips shake when that bass starts moving; the way your head nods in time with her hips....

...these are the sounds of the MoodieVeto.