Moments with Mauro: Club moral - Gun (2003)

Capsule review: Bum collar - Versatile styles (2006)

Club Moral as a dance band? Well, sort of. The shakes. The epileptic fit. Human rabies. More dances named after gruesome diseases. But... Yes!

Capsule review: Club moral - Felix culpa (2008)

Art intellectuals lose all inhibitions. Go for primal gut feelings. It's a rotten world out there and inside of us. (Two long explorations called 'I'm a monster').

Capsule review: Club moral - Lonely weekends / Gun 7" (2006)

More perplexing anti-grooves, but this time in small doses - it works. Is the early '80s a-side a twisted mirror image of the country standard? I can't tell, but the mood's right. The new b-side is a menacing trip. 'This is my rifle, this is my gun / One is for pleasure, one is for fun'. All together now.

Capsule review: Club moral - User handbook (2004)

Here's an idea. Don't mess up your mystique.
The second 2004 Club Moral album - I like a whole lot more than the first. Make no mistake, play anything after this and it'll sound melodic. These are industrial grind grooves skronking their way towards infinitum. But... bluesy, in a way. Hypnotic. Mauro's guitar is part of that.
But do they have to tell you up front all the lyrics are sourced from a car manual? Unknowing, they could've sounded mysterious and suggestive (possibly). Knowing, just prosaic. Keep your process to yourself, just let me hear the results.

Capsule review: Club moral - Living(stone) concert (2004)

One of the more forbidding projects in Mauro's discography - he joined this early '80s electronic noise / modern art Antwerp duo upon their reactivation in the early 2000s. The concert is completely improvised - layers of distorted bleeps and noise, with passionately recited/screeched lyrics from the local newspaper - murder, celebrities, football and horoscopes. (What pop is all about!). It's a relief when they sit down for two minutes to listen to the Shirelles' 'Foolish little girl' through the floorboards, honestly.
This is what people did for fun in the '80s, before tv. The big finale is about suicide. Don't expect anyone to ask you if you're having a good time.