"Stumbling aimlessly around the site, a wonderful sound greets my ears, it's that of a bassoon and cello joined in rich bass-clef harmony. The Moulettes are a five-piece cut to four as the double-bassist has gone awol. Their folk-swing is a wonderful pick-me-up. The vocals of the two female vocalists - one the cellist, the other switching effortlessly between bassoon, autoharp, and kazoo - go together like Morecambe & Wise or strawberries and cream. They're not on the published programme, so we feel incredibly lucky to have chanced across them. "I am feeling an edge," claims the cellist, before taking a swig from a two-litre bottle of something that might be orange juice."
Peter Hayward

http://festivals.musicomh.com/secret-garden-party

"Luckily Club Dada is running slightly late, so we haven't missed too much of The Moulettes, who we promised we'd go and see yesterday. Those of you who've seen the enchanting electro-posters Modernaire play live (and if you haven't, you absolutely must) will doubtless recognise both Hannah Miller (playing an impressively shiny white cello) and Ruth Skipper (taking on instruments including the autoharp and bassoon) onstage. Whilst stylistically The Moulettes couldn't be more different from Modernaire, both Miller and Skipper's vocal colour and wit, as well as their unparalleled chemistry, is also evident in the band's dramatic folk output." KG

Fugitive Motel

http://www.thefugitivemotel.org.uk/

 

Somewhat grizzled and muddied the mouls have returned from their festival adventures of the summer, taking in the sights and sounds of Wattsfest, Secret Garden Party, Woolfire and Bestival. Thankyou to Avant Rural, the Come and Play tent, the people at Woolfire, and Continental Drift, we had a lovely time.
As the cruel callous winter sets in, the mouls will be busying themselves with the creation of their first proper full length album, so keep an eye on us.
love the mouls x

Greetings Moulitia,

We’ve have been played on toadcast no. 26 on the marvellous site, song by toad. If we may say so ourselves, this toad character has extremely good taste and it’s a rare auditory treat. Follow the link bellow to have a listen.

songbytoad

Lots of love,

the moules

The Moulettes are back with TWO c.d.s for purchase:
Songs From St. Margaret's- a brooding sinister folk-stomper recorded in a church for optimum lushness of sound, featuring:

REQUIEM
WALTZ
DEVIL OF MINE
ELEGY
CANNIBAL SONG

and fresh off the Moule Wagon, an all-new barnstormer of a live ALBUM, featuring old Moul favorites and previously un-aired mystery epics.

£5 plus postage is all that is required for one o these gems, please send us a email if you would like one.

In to the breach of grim ol' jan, is born a most salacious plan:
In fair Februar to meet, to roar of joy and stomp our feet,
For it is the birth of we witches three: Chesty le ru, Sweet Bekkins and me.
So therefore come ye revellers all, dither not for ye have heard the call, make haste with trains and other travel, lest our merry scheme their price unravel…
-A taste of what we have in store, ye olde moulette, hot puppies and more; Max and Joe, as hot as milk; Oscar Wildstyle, as gaudy as silk, Forsooth, Moff Gimmers of Love shepherd Fame, dance you must (unless youre half lame)
But, take heed, it comes at a price, and Ate* has rolled her fateful dice, Four pieces of silver for those who balk, and refuse in guise our scented halls to stalk, three for thee wrapped in mystery, and giggling with costumed glee, and Lo! only two! Gentlemen may brag, if they decide to come in drag.
And so there you have it, obscure as fuck, we'll see you there with any luck!
Venue: The Rampant Lion, Manchester. 24th February, 8pm.
Theme: Fifties Rock and Roll, Rocky Horror, Decadence, any inventive costume beginning with H, R, or B.
Accomodation: Contact me if you need a place to stay, bring plentiful bedding.
* Ate is the embodiment of folly, moral blindness, infatuation, and mischief. It was her Apple of Discord which caused the Trojan War.

The Moulettes are a strange and rare creature indeed. The curious creature that lives between a Nancy Sinatra swagger, tender Sandy Denny folk stylings and some kind of thesaurus pop from the belly of a biblical whale. Equally obsessed with a good yarn and a catchy chorus, The Moulettes manage to fuse so many different influences in one song that it's hard to know where to place them... which is a very very good thing in a climate of damp tea-cloth indie bands.

'Dead Wrong' sees the group shimmying along with visceral guitar attacks which veer from surf to rockabilly and everything inbetween. 'The Pirate Song' is a different beast altogether. A jazz/folk/bossa tune begins, before quickly turning into oboe led Harry Nilsson-esque sixties bubblegum pop. 'Devil of Mine' is a brooding sea-shanty that positively oozes charm and the call of a siren. Then there's the torch song of 'Scour This Land'. There's enough talent in this band to make you dizzy. Keep an eye on them... they won't be playing little stages for very long.

To hear the joyous romps of The Moulettes, click here to go to their MySpace page

Mof Gimmers