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Moco finally get round to releasing an album and it’s a 34-minute pure shot of rock’n’roll, disclosing a life well spent in contemplation of Iggy and the Stooges and the Ramones. There’s also a strong Strokes influence (especially in Steve Jones’ vocals) but that affects everyone these days; just like “9/11” has become an annoying commonplace, now “post-Strokes” is attached to everything since ‘The Modern Age’ EP in January 2001. Often it’s meant perjoratively for those bands that rehash the nasal Casablancas vocals and the new wavey guitar riffs without a shred of original thought but not so with Moco. Even the two most Strokes-like tracks, ‘Where She Goes’ and ‘Flooky Wonderland’, are great power-poppy party tunes with all the energy of hyperactive children who’ve forgotten to take their Ritalin.

On the downside, ‘Early Miss Hurley’ is a set of cheap rhymes looking for a rhythm but most of the album suggests that Moco are in the premier league of the new guitar bands. ‘Loaded’ is a Saints-scented rocker that could go head to head with any of those Aussie/Kiwi bands (the Datsuns or the D4, for two) and win the dingo. ‘Out To Go’ has glam rock percussion and insanely squealing guitars to produce a dark and dirty garage classic. Former single ‘Miss Mantaray’ has a fabulous melodic twist but it would be good to hear more clearly the small town passions expressed in Steve Jones’ lyrics, in lines like: “David, who died, was a guy who never knew affection/ he went downstairs and grouted in the kitchen” (‘Baby When You Die’).

‘Baby When You Die’, their most recent single, represents the biggest hope for Moco. It’s a Morricone Western soundtrack with an insanely catchy chorus, twangy guitars and played at lightspeed. There’s a touch of Scally psychedelia to it, as if the Coral had overdosed on pies not pot. If there’s more of this pop gold to be mined from the Moco heads, they could end be being the biggest pop stars to come from the town since George Formby, Limahl and Mad Dicky Ashcroft.
Out To Go (UK)
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Led by the super charged antics of singer Steve Jones, Moco’s debut album is an intense and blistering piece of work. Whilst Moco take the core of their sound from the motor city circa 1975, the frustration of living in Wigan is etched into this record, making it a far more important release than by other garage rock copyists.

Singles ‘Miss Mantaray’ and ‘Where She Goes’ are included, as well as 10 other potential hits; its fair to say that Out To Go is brimming with firecrackers. ‘Baby When You Die’ and ‘Loaded’ make The Darkness look like pussies, and is powerful enough to banish The Datsuns back to the hole they crawled out of. This debut album may have been a long time in the making, but it has allowed the band time to write and record a finely tuned piece of work that never steps of the accelerator. This primal and primitive record is a breath of fresh air. Moco’s immensely entertaining tracks are filled with passion, exuding confidence and attitude from every pore. It’s great to listen to a band that believes in the music they create, you should believe in it as well.
Out To Go (uk)
4/5
www.highvoltage.org.uk

This starts off sounding a little like one of the Coral's rockier tracks, but I guess Moco can't help that, being vaguely from the same neighbourhood or something. Thankfully, this is far more sinister, employing the darker bits of VU with the darker bits of Johnny Cash and a bit of rockabilly thrown in. Keep an eye on these.
Baby When You Die
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“Baby When You Die” brings together the bands more sophisticated production, with the bands flair for the less obvious, but genuinely black humour -Rigby’s guitar work is a jangling and riotous rattle of perfection – Misra's drums and Higham's bass are just locked into the brash anthemic grind of Steve Jone’s inspired vocal lines. “David who died was a guy who never knew affection.....He went downstairs and grouted in the kitchen”Although there’s the inevitable twist (the brilliant video matches this concept), there’s no doubt that Moco feed off the same, dark, more surreal vibe of a band like the Monkees, but also thrive on the raw Detroit sound of the MC5. “Baby When You Die” is the pure distillation of this whole idea.“Flooky Wonderland” veers away from the theme of poncho fuelled videos and blasts out a more epically influenced brand of crashing guitars and pulsating mantras, that mangles a climaxing Jim Morrison at his leather trousered peak and mixes it, like a head on car crash, with the sound of Pistols era punk rock. Fitting, that after a clutch of great singles, it would seem that Moco are moving ever on with a brisker pace forward - and that this is yet a sampler of what is sure to be an exciting and important long player.
Baby When You Die
MMMMM
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"Here’s a name you’ll run into soon: Moco. You might have to search for their new album Out to Go at first but put in a little effort if you’re a true rock ‘n roll fan. Through a more traditional style of rock than has been put out in recent years, the influences on this album hang out in the trenches of classic rock. We’re talking heavy Doors sounds, largely in part to Steve Jones’ distorted vocals and overall vision as the album’s songwriter. Rather than the subtle energy of the Doors, Moco has the fire of the Ramones. What’s strange is that the closest thing to Moco’s music released in recent years would be Reverend Horton Heat. There are similarities in the bands’ energetic, psycho guitar-riffed songs set to abnormal vocals. That’s not to say that Jones's vocals don’t work; no, not at all. We’re saying different, and change is always welcome. “She’s Fine,” and “Completely Gone” are standout tracks for Jones’ efforts. As for the band, there’s nothing overly-complicated, the songs are tight for the purpose of being simple, pure rock and roll.

They’re going to run into problems with radio having no idea where to play them and an industry that has no idea what to do with a sound like this. With the breakthrough success of bands like Jet and the Hives, however, Moco could easily follow their paths. The fan base is there for the taking, they just have to stumble past the bumbling of an industry that can’t figure out how to sell this music to the youth. That’s why we, the writers, need to report back to you on what we have found, or what has found us. There are no particularly intense lyrics on the album; it’s clean straight ahead rock for easy enjoyment. Most songs on the album hover around three minutes or less, but the best track is “Flooky Wonderland” by far, which is their longest song. It’s the best because there’s not just more of a good thing here, like another chorus added in; no, they wander around and go off on a musical tangent that is unique to the rest of the album. This one song is a unique sound they have to themselves, and we can only hope in the future they celebrate that and use it to increase their depth and intensity.

This is good music. Out to Go is as good a debut as you could hope for."
Out To Go (USA)
7/10
www.ekmag.com

"The CD opens with "Moco Loco," a dark little gem drenched in circa-1968 organ, with a T-Rex beat and a nod to the Doors at the end. The speedier numbers like "Early Liz Hurley" and "Baby When You Die" evoke the quirky energy of the post-punk era, while "New Official Truth" ends with what may be the best screaming rave-up since Kurt Cobain."
Out to go (USA)
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"And so eleven songs whip past in half an hour because, really, what’s the point in slowing them down when you don’t have to? The eleven songs are called things like “Dirty Love” and “Loaded” and “Moco Loco” because if you’re going form a band and write a bunch of songs then a; you might as well use the best titles, even if they’ve already been used, and b; you’ve got to write at least one song about how fucking cool your band is, and c; fucking yeah. And every song needs a great riff and a chorus and a bit in the middle when the backing vocals go “AY! AY! AY!” like rats on PCP, during which the singing thing can throw itself off something, or onto something, or into something, and scream some more. Quick note: “Where She Goes” is a bona fide Single Of The Week and would’ve been a bona fide hit had everywhere not sold out of copies (read: had there been enough to go around), while the title track is some kind of wah’d out swamp thing, which is exactly what it should be. Quicker note: Apparently Moco are big in LA. Apparently Moco are the best live band in the world. If they were from New York or London they’d be huge by now. Fucking Wigan, man."
Out To Go (USA)
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"the band sound like the kind of act that could flatten a crowd in a pub, with a canny sense of dynamics and arrangement. The guitars peel off riffs and drop them in your head's pop depository, and the band comes up with some clever turns in the middle of "Dirty Love", as the song veers into a frenetic march piled with xylophone, ooh-ing backing vox, and trumpet. The guitar hooks of "Baby When You Die" have a Rubber Soul quality to them, but the song's highlight is actually its midsection build-up and crashing return to the chorus. Songs are kept quick and to the point, with only one even flirting with the four-minute mark, and the album's half-hour total runtime makes it feel like a sugary punch in the arm-- it's not quite aggressive enough to knock your teeth out, but neither is it afraid to give you a decent bruising."
Out To Go (USA)
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"‘Where She Goes’ is a shameless re-enactment off all Velvet Underground’s best moments, played very loud, and all at once; ‘Dirty Love’ finds Jones doing his best Iggy slur over an aggressive, ragged punk racket; and ‘The New Official Truth’ is the sound of The Strokes, caught half-way through 'An American Werewolf in London'-style transformation into The Parkinsons. It’s all utterly fantastic. More, please."
Where She Goes - NME SINGLE OF THE WEEK
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"the exciting sounds on this single - rough, tough and irresistible - and the excellent vocals by Steve 'Mobile' Jones make me want to rush out to catch the next live performance. After all the hype about The White Stripes and The Strokes being the saviours of rock n'roll, I'd rather put my money on Moco any day."
Where She Goes
www.musicomh.com

"Ahead of the pack are Moco, a four piece of madness from Wigan, walking (or rather jumping about like a loony on) a different path to the well crafted and lovingly produced offerings of Doves and Badly Drawn Boy. As Where She Goes proves, Moco prefer to rush out of the blocks at the start, burn through raw energy and talent for a couple of minutes and leave us gasping for more at the end. If you aren't in a state at the end of this, you're either half-dead or need a louder stereo. Sort it out now. Moco are the future."
Where She Goes
www.bbc.co.uk

‘"Where she goes’ is Moco’s first single – the kind of filthy, thrilling and fantastic hit-and-run rock record that you thought only ever came out of New York, but actually comes from Wigan. Razorblade guitars and punch-drunk drumming forms around frontman Steve Jones’ lazy, laconic and refreshingly British tales of great booze and even greater women who "build you up just to knock you down." But that’s not all. Far from being just a one-trick garage punk band, "Dirty Love" boasts a trumpet and xylophone break, while ‘The New Official Truth,’ ends on an intense guitar freak-out. Fast, frantic, purveyors of ‘dumb cool,’ Moco have arrived with the best rock single of the year so far. 9/10"
Where She Goes
www.dripfed.co.uk

"Another spiffing release from Wigan’s Moco. This one’s Joy Division at 78rpm with moco-ettes if you wish of the Doves, the Glitter Band and the Strokes along the way. B-side She’s Fine is Iggy in an ash stained tuxedo."
Miss Mantaray
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