According to Willy Moon's
debut album Here's Willy Moon
there's something of a modern rockabilly resurgence manifesting itself down in the faraway lands of New Zealand. And according to Moon's performance at The Launch Pad at SXSW this past March, that "modernity" stems from this lone wolf's glamourous style and infectious energy. Looking at the handsome 24-year-old, who's rarely spotted outside of a finely fitted suit, you'd imagine his fondness of refined sounds, but when the primmed and proper chap hits the stage, the stiff guise is let loose like a tightly wound spring. Backed by a band of two stone-faced beauties, Moon commanded our stage and unleashed his devilish charm and vigor that few acts could come close to matching.
Willy Moon doesn't like to waste time. His debut album, 'Here's Willy Moon', is less than 29 minutes long. Only one of its 12 songs lasts more than three minutes and not a single note is squandered. No bets were hedged during the making of this record. "Generally the most interesting stuff happen in the first two minutes anyway, the rest of it just bores me to tears," he reasons. "I'm a great believer in simplicity and brevity. It's also down to having a short attention span. I don't even read books anymore, just short stories."
Willy is 23, and whip-smart with a tinder-dry sense of humour. He loves the physical energy of Cab Calloway and Michael Jackson, the concision of the Ramones, and the style of film noir. He writes, records and produces everything on his own and he doesn't blend different sounds; he smashes them together. There's no middle ground. It's as if rock'n'roll had been deep-frozen in 1965, just before the Beatles discovered acid, and abruptly reanimated 45 years later by a laptop hip hop producer.
Willy's 2011 release, 'I Wanna Be Your Man', was the kind of truly great debut single that makes the listener ask: Who is this person? And where did they come from? In the video he struts and jerks and testifies in a spotlight, over a monstrously metallic Bo Diddley beat. It was quite an introduction and it made him some discerning fans. Jack White released 'Railroad Track' on his Third Man label and invited him to support him on his UK tour. Apple picked up his Wu-Tang-sampling barnburner 'Yeah Yeah' for its latest iPod ad while French director Alex Courtes (White Stripes, U2, Justice) directed the song's thrilling video. Willy spent last summer playing festivals across Europe, including Cannes film festival and recently made his startling debut on BBC2's Later With Jools Holland.
'Here's Willy Moon' stays true to Willy's love of extreme contrast. 'Railroad Track' is like Kanye West's 'Jesus Walks' rearranged for a 1930s chain gang. 'She Loves Me' crunches Hamburg Beatles into shuddering quasi-dubstep. 'Get Up' is seize-the-day hip-hop blues. The instrumental 'Murder Ballad' sounds like Tom Waits wandering through a haunted car yard. The cover versions make alliances with the weirdos of 50s rock'n'roll: Screamin' Jay Hawkins' 'I Put a Spell on You' and Little Willie John's neurotically horny 'I'm Shakin'' (recently covered by who else? Jack White). Then there are the songs that sound like they should be covers but aren't: the blue-collar howl of 'Working for the Company' and industrial Phil Spectorisms of 'My Girl'. It's an unusual record because Willy Moon is an unusual man.
Willy grew up in New Zealand. When he was 12 his mother died of cancer. His father lost his job due to the time taken off caring for his mother, and was forced to find work abroad in Saudi Arabia, leaving 12-year-old Willy and his 16-year-old sister to raise each other. "I was always getting in trouble at school and they'd say we have to get your parents in. I'd say, well that's difficult."
Formerly a gifted student, he effectively gave up on school, attending occasionally only to see his friends and read science fiction novels. He was thrown out of one school, then another, and dropped out of formal education all together when he was 16. "I thought what's the point? I am allergic to authority and besides, I have always been more of an autodidact anyway."
Eventually he decided that something had to give so for his 18th birthday he saved up and bought himself a one-way plane ticket to London, where he found hedonism, strife, financial insecurity and a surprising musical breakthrough. When Willy met his girlfriend she played him an album by 1940s forces' sweethearts the Andrew Sisters, which triggered an obsession with pre-1960 pop music. "I still listen to jazz more than anything, like Woody Allen!" he laughs.
After losing his job and being kicked out for not making rent, Willy and his girlfriend bought the cheapest available plane tickets to Valencia, Spain. From there they jumped a train down to Morocco. "It was ridiculous," he says. "Who knew what we were meant to do once we got there?" They eventually made their way to Berlin, where they would live for the next year, and crucially where Willy's music would begin to take form. There he began writing primal rock'n'roll songs but found it too constricting. "There was a whole revivalist scene, but it felt a bit like locking oneself up and throwing away the key."
Returning to London, he worked on developing his own sound, the first fruit of which was 'I Wanna Be Your Man'. He posted it online and acquired a record deal. "I'd hate to be in a band, too many opinions," he says. "I'm a dictator at heart."
Now, finally, he is relatively settled and secure and he has an extraordinary debut under his belt. "I've always been ambitious," he says. "I've always thought one day, no matter what, I'm going to be successful." (via