The Mouldy Lover at NightQuarter
Bursting onto the scene nearly 8 years ago in a dog day parade of sweat, swagger, muck and brass, Brisbane’s ramshackle tryst The Mouldy Lovers are still the mosquito in your the soup. Still scratching at the itch until it bleeds punk, poetry and passion, they continue to bring the belief in music without borders.
Destiny is for creating, future for the writing, every heat wave cracked street is a dance floor. The Sub tropical glue that bonds all, who choose to be open in unity. An antidote to the bite of boredom. Apathy’s great destroyer. The clear signal from rebel radio cutting the static buzz of machine bred distraction, transmitting the clear call to rise across the river, and round the bend. West End to the World.