It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll. Dead Moon has covered many miles since 1987 and the horizon still beckons for guitarist/husband Fred Cole and bassist/wife Toody, both 55 years of age. With drummer Andrew Loomis, the Coles have created a lifelong project with Dead Moon, a band possessed of the weird psychic ability to shift energy in large rooms and clubs alike.
The choicest riffs flow from their Marshall stacks, as documented on Dead Ahead, the band’s latest lo-fi release on its own Tombstone label: AC/DC chuggery cured in the sonic salt of The 13th Floor Elevators, the MC5 and any number of other deep-space garage obscurities. Dead Moon can cast a hoodoo spell with Fred Cole’s coyote howl and an almost devotional stage presence (group hugs and invocations before launch).
The band has gained a sizable following overseas, touring for months at a time but also copping to only “keepin’ one gig ahead of a day job.” They’ve smartly forsaken the corporate machine and placed themselves in charge of not just their own music but their own marketing, pressing their own records, making their own jewelry, designing their own T-shirts and giving everything that passes through the Dead Moon sweatshop a true DIY feel.
In terms of their place in rock and/or roll: Put them up there with Stonehenge or some other wonder of the world known for its purity, timelessness and a certain mystical essence. No kidding. Once they hit the first note, whatever it is they summon, just take it all in and let it happen. It’s pretty freakin’ cool.
Dead Moon plays The Other Side Monday, Sept. 13, with special guests Desperately Waiting. 10 PM. Cover TBA.