The Fat Angel Sings

“And I know as soon as the pain forms / You’ll be there, without a care”

Another band on the long list of Glastonbury’s Emerging Talent Competition is MOATS.

Replicating a delectable arrangement of  duelling male/female vocals comparable to a slightly tenacious Of Monsters and Men, MOATS  have stirred a nation of bloggers with their exhilarating release ‘Toothache’.

Fuelled by hypnotic guitar lines reminiscent to Foals and resonating  bass rhythms similar to The XX, what appears as another refreshingly buoyant indie melody begins to turn into an ejection of purified determination. As front man Matt expels with vengeance “You’re not real, your toothache” (manipulating the accusation of “too fake” into a medical condition), his gravelly execution becomes sweetly answered by a series of angelic female tones.

This results in a contradictory war of gendered vocals becoming conveniently moulded into a rigid and feisty indie pop composition leaving…