Indigo Moss
Indigo Moss

One of the joys of the Wild Hare Club is seeking out those new or undiscovered talents that will later go onto bigger and sometimes better things. Over the years, I’ve picked out a few, Pete Molinari, Smoke Fairies and Mary Epworth and missed even more, folks I thought about booking that I never got around to, including Seasick Steve and Imelda May. Sigh.

One band that I thought was a dead-cert for success was Indigo Moss. Like many other combos, the band was built around two young singer-songwriters, Trevor and Hannah-Lou Moss. The pair had been living in a shared house and began playing each other the songs that they’d been writing. There was a chemistry and they formed a band, a joyous band that rattled and hummed with a boot-stomping energy that reminded me of the early Pogues and The Boothill Foot-Tappers when those bands were still playing the pubs in Camden and those pubs were still worth drinking in.

Indigo Moss were soon picked out as ones to watch and were signed to Butterfly Records, a record label owned by record producer Martin Glover (commonly known as Youth) and Simon Tong (former member of The Verve and now playing with The Good, The Bad and the Queen and The Magnetic North). The latter produced their one and only album at Damon Albarn’s Studio 13 and they got to support The Good, The Bad and The Queen.

This was back in 2007, or maybe it was 2008, at The Priory, on a sunny Sunday afternoon. It was a rollicking show and we were all well-primed. The band gave me a copy of each of their precious 45s, Dang Nabbit and Start Over Again and scribbled their names over them in marker pen. Sadly they fell apart before they really began but the married couple at their core are still recording and playing and well worth catching if you can.

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