MOON OVER MACOMB (Rick Johnson Finally likes Something!)
Moon Martin is one of our finest rock ’n’ rollers. It’s not his fault his looks fall somewhere between Hawkbait and Bud-Tease on the tuff-guy scale. Besides, like good old Cub “Four-Eyes” Koda, it doesn’t stop him from transporting illegal rhythms across state lines.
MOON OVER MACOMB (Rick Johnson Finally likes Something!)
MOON MARTIN Street Fever (Capitol)
Rick Johnson
Moon Martin is one of our finest rock ’n’ rollers. It’s not his fault his looks fall somewhere between Hawkbait and Bud-Tease on the tuff-guy scale. Besides, like good old Cub “Four-Eyes” Koda, it doesn’t stop him from transporting illegal rhythms across state lines.
Street Fever is The Moon’s third] consecutive good LP, an unheardof feat in these Snooz-A-Roni days of softening agents and no-name tissue. Major selling points include the usual excellent material, skintight performance and Martin’s trademark moonwalk vocals. That’s right—a veritable Hungry, Hungry Hippos of talent!
Better still is the glossily paranoiac atmosphere that, hovers over The Moon’s romantic intents like archangelic Doors giving “Cathy’s Clown” a .taste of the whip. Does this boy have a problem with women asks Mario Thomas? Well, does Terrible Ted snack in the woods? Yes indeedy—our man’s got a black belt in misogyny, the better to see you with, my dear.