The eleven years since the self-titled debut (rated at least one point too low here, but on the other hand only very rarely taken off the shelf in the past decade) play in an understanding of time like that of Heavy Blanket certainly no role: also on Moon Is the instrumental Heavy Psych by J. Mascis and Co. does not have an expiration date.
More so than any of his other projects, it’s quite an achievement that the Dinosaur Jr.-Cap wearer keeps all charms up for the entire playing time of crisp 35 minutes – after all, it’s about Heavy Blanket furthermore practically solely because the virtuoso magic guitarist lets his string magic wander free-spiritedly, while the rest of the team (Johnny Pancake am Bass und Pete Cougar an den Drums) appropriately provides the corresponding landscapes in the boundless and open-structure jam sessions.
But seriously: how cool is it once again to listen to the man’s genius with the songwriting scaled back? Especially since the ambience is also perfect.
Danny transports you straight into what feels like a 60s session, which nibbles and howls, offers a somewhat toothless, but subliminally tense mood of optimism in heavy hatching, and drifts wildly soloing in front of the constant reliability of the rhythm section – it’s grown organically, even if it’s narcissistic mumbo-jumbo , then in the most entertaining way!
The fuzzy flagship single Crushed rumbles a little faster on the carefree stoner highway from the indie slackerism of the garage gen Black Sabbath (while also demonstrating that a few less repetitions and repetitive patterns here and there Moon Is at least wouldn’t have done any harm).
How the well-hung title track meanders so relaxed, this happens all around sympathetically before the guitar communication String Alone pure 70s feeling gets going until there is no other option than to let yourself be carried away by the grandiose joy of playing, yes, downright carried away.
The more compact rumbling, dark and poisonous grooving Eyevoid pulls along (the one that actually brings little essential to the table) Say it to You as the final point, a kind of squiggly loop around this package, which makes no secret of the fact that its excessive appeal can only really spread ecstatically live on stage. It doesn’t really matter how often it ends up on the turntable in the next ten years: it will always be unfashionable and infectious fun.
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