Moon Wiring Club

With the idea of trends in mind, nothing is selling these days like ‘British’. Johnny ‘Nevermind the Butter’ Rotton is making a grade A prat of himself looking like a carny who’s just raped a farmer and stolen their clothes; Jack Wills, the toast of Sloane Street markets itself as Fabulously British Clothing proving that style can’t be bought; and worst of all, British porn sells. Which seems strange to me, Fafi LaFauve from Toulouse is sexy, Donna Shuffelbottom from Barnsley isn’t. Now all this would be fine but I got thinking and, “if there was a Venn diagram of the consumers of these three products, the sole demographic appearing in all categories would be BNP donators.”

However there is a side to this new idealised Albion that I can agree with. David Bailey’s photos for last season’s D&G ad campaign kept me entertained when flicking through I-D, Dazed&Confused, Vogue etc. I liked the way he created his own British landscape out of an unsellable collection of plagiarisms and it’s through the same smudged monocle that I view Moon Wiring Club.

They’ve been making records for a while but I can only get hold of two at the moment. Last year’s record was jolly good and is available here. Myspace is available upon clicking photo.