I finally bought the remainder of the French band Moriarty‘s latest album, after going song-by-song for a while on itunes. Like today’s kiddies who will grow up with kindles, I’ve grown up downloading songs rather than going to record stores, for better or worse. Live shows are forever though — right, right? Got to see Moriarty at Joe’s Pub last summer, three feet from the stage.  The lead singer’s presence is cold yet magnetic, and she has a voice like something poured out of an old Edison cylinder.  Check out their full-time harmonica guy, too.

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