MOON HONEY: MIXED MEDIA ON WOMAN
Mixed Media On Woman
Five long years since their debut full length and a move from the swamps of Louisiana to the tar pits of Los Angeles, dreamy psychedelic glam prog warriors Moon Honey have finally unleashed their second album, Mixed Media on Woman. It’s every bit as sparkling, seductive, dramatic, experimental and heartbreaking as their adopted city. Singer and fine artist Jess Joy—who once studied mime in Paris, like band idol David Bowie—brings a painter’s sensibility to the proceedings, layering haunting melodies with warbles, purrs and growls through lyrics exploring greed, independence, surrender to the impermanence of all things, and even the meaning of life itself. (Or the seeming lack thereof.) Doubt, loss, depression and isolation all surface and then submerge, sometimes swathed in strings, sometimes punctuated by keys, but Mixed Media never wallows in despair. Indeed, salvation sometimes arrives from on high in the form of Andrew Martin’s divinely cosmic guitar solos. Fans who have witnessed Martin climbing speakers and throwing his Telecaster across the band’s elaborately decorated stages in the heat of a performance may wonder how that poor instrument can possibly still play so sweetly for him—but oh, does it sing. Live, they’ve covered everyone from T. Rex to Pink Floyd and even Black Sabbath, but they don’t really sound like their record collections—or their peers. Joy sings the praises of a magic that’s “not the kind that can be caught, taught or memorized.” That’s an apt description of Moon Honey’s mysterious power.