『モコモコ・コレクション』 ( 雪猫ジルくん )

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『MOKOMOKO COLLECTION』
モコモコ・コレクション
A fluffy bed in a shattered hotel room. Sweetly dangerous.
Night people wander under gloomy and flashy neons of the red-light district, the night is unstoppable.
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『MOKOMOKO COLLECTION』,
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Three Kinds Of Milk
Room 211
Lady ゴミ
I Could Live In An Airplane

Rites Of The Circling Food
Legs & Liquor
My Best Friend Is My Own Ghost
モコモコ

Relased on February 22, 2012 by it's Oh! MUSIC.

9 songs, 49 mins 50 seconds.

Music & lyrics by Gilles Snowcat.

The team: see booklet.

Artwork: Gilles Snowcat, Ai Nagao, トゥイちゃん、夫日向逸

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With his polyglot background and jet hopping lifestyle, Gilles Snowcat is no stranger to the ways of the world. Snowcat's disc "Mokomoko Collection" is an introduction to his well-traveled perspective, offering a diverse array of entertaining pop tunes ranging from reggae to psychedelic tinged R and B to punk and even progressive rock. Backed by a top notch band assembled with connections acquired from decades as a musician, Gilles' earthy baritone conveys rock swagger (Kaisou), humor and wonder (I Could Live In Airplane), raucous absurdity (My Best Friend Is My Own Ghost), and romantic tenderness and admiration (Mokomoko), among others.
The extended instrumental core of the album that starts with the midde of "I Could Live In An Airplane" and follows with "Rite of The Circling Food" ventures into a travelog describing the luxuries of travel and ending with a brilliantly composed art rock /psychedelic/avante garde paean to one of those nights at an Asian restaurant when, after a couple glasses of sake or plum wine, the vast panoply of culinary delights presented on the table rotating in front of you has a hypnotic effect. That this is conveyed wordlessly is a credit to Snowcat's musical skills, which show up in the album's tunes and his instrumental contributions as well. The album's finale, "Mokomoko" sung in Japanese, reveals the romantic soul guiding Snowcat through his adventures, beneath the comic exterior. (Though I speak not a word of Japanese, this comes across very clearly).
Snowcat's theatrical flair for inhabiting the personalities of fictional characters portrayed in his songs, along with the support of his ace musical team makes "MokoMoko Collection" an highly recommended, at times brilliant foray into 21st century Euro pop.

(Keith SynthBeat)

(review in Forces Parallèles)

j'ai senti passer un étrange fantôme, avec des parfums de David Sylvian et Ultravox. (...) On sent très fort l'appel de l'Asie.

(RCL, Belgium)

An album of paradoxes: dirty and elegant, innovative and conservative, experimental and déja-vu (...) I hated it at first listen, now it grows on me.

(Ray Ng, Hong Kong)

大分に住んでいるの？面白いアルバム!

(美和子, Japan)

ta voix se bonifie comme le bon vin! Et la musique plus prog-jazz et cool/dub me convient bien. Pas mal non plus l'intervention ciselée et cisaillante de la guitare d'Hakim [Rahmouni] ! Moko Moko est plus international lounge, dommage qu'il ne sonne pas plus shibuya kitsh.

(Thierry, Belgium)

A lust-driven record, with infectious bass lines and an after midnight pub-rock voice. Pretty wild.

(Phil E., London)

Once you start caressing the fluffy Mokomoko Collection, it purrs then leaps at you, claws out, like a wild uncontrolable feline! Terrifying! Yet so good. My ears hadn't been challegenged that way since the Clash's Sandinista, back in 1980! Far away from nowadays autotuned voices and aseptised productions, MokoMoko Collection mixes the elegance of art-rock, the raw power of punk and the swing of dub elements. Definitely rock.

(H.C., UK)

Sur les 50 ans de rock que nous célébrons cette année, Gilles Snowcat a visiblement fait l’impasse sur les 30 dernières. Il est resté coincé sur les délires schizophrènes ‘arty’ des rockers en mal de crédibilité qui infestaient les ondes à grands coups de maquillage et de crachats haineux en dégueulant cette pseudo-assimilation du reggae dans un rock déjà trop moribond pour espérer survivre à sa propre légende. On achète le dernier Snowcat comme on achetait le dernier 33 tours de Kiss ou David Bowie en 1978, pour épater les potes à la récré et se donner l’impression d’avoir acquis la clé de quelque porte magique qui nous faisait supporter la grisaille du quotidien. Mais la classe de 2012 n’est plus celle de 1978, et Gilles Snowcat nous balance son « Mokomoko Collection » japonisant comme un anachronisme fade et sans relief dans une époque qui n’est certainement plus la sienne.

(Stéphane DM)

Another infamous solo record from the delusional second-rate singer lost in his feline character antics, Gilles Snowcat. The production is crispy, the sound outdated (OMG that reggae thing, even the Clash were'nt that clumsy in 1980 -just close) and the songs ridiculously self-indulgent, check the endless jamming on track 5, and last but not least the overwhelming keyboards sound like if they came from a 1970s disco porn movie OST. As if wasn't enough, there's hardly a sense of unity through these 9 songs, it goes from that white reggae to an unknown kind of garage punk, not to mention the elevator music that closes the cd and some arty buffooneries in-between, to match the requirements of street credibility standards. Get back to reality, Snowcat, your claws are carbon-14 dated, music has changed since. Leave your amusement park costume, get some singing lessons, buy a post-1985 keyboard (yes, i assume there are some) and join a good band. Or get a real job.

(Mat Brumagne)

Mokomoko Collection est inclassable, même si on peut le rapprocher du mouvement art-rock de Bowie, Iggy Pop ou David Sylvian, avec ici de fortes touches de reggae. La voix est chaude et imbibée, pour des chansons nocturnes à la limite de la noirceur la plus totale. Et ce parfum du Japon nocturne ! Vraiment audacieux. Je n’espérais plus tomber sur un tel album en 2012.

(Mostella74)

(...) i can't believe this boring reggae soup comes from the guy who once was behind Tales of acid ice cream, the most daring album of the 1990s! Get some acid man.

(Boje, Sweden)

Crépusculaire, brut et urgent, sans règle ni censure, Mokomoko Collection dérange les oreilles trop habituées à la chanson industrielle insipide et c’est tant mieux ! Un disque capiteux, qui griffe au sang quand on s’y attend le moins : tendrement malsain et faussement doux.

(Benoît V.)

I'm enjoying "The Mokomoko Collection." It's a lot of fun. (...) I can relate to "Rites of the Circling Food." I've been at Chinese restaurants where the circular center of the table is spinning, offering a dizzying array of delectable choices. (...)Where can I get some of this "secret milk" milk number three?

(Keith W., USA)

J'ai réécouté Mokomoko collection. Chouette album! Le morceau Mokomoko, sur lequel je n'avais pas tellement croché, m'apparaît à présent comme excellent. La suite d'accords du refrain, en particulier, est vraiment bien pensée, une vraie progression harmonique comme je les aime, hyper progressives ;)

(Quentin N., Switzerland)

Definitely not for everyone. You obviously do what you like and don't try to fit any category. Despite some elements of reggae all through the record, it is far more ambitious and hard to label, even by arty standards. You show the middle-finger to mainstream business and that's why I respect you. This is what rock should be, after all.

(SPC, London)

You have a future here as tarento! you vision of Japan is unique. nicely done.

(AkaAka, Japan)

(...) just hurt my ears like only Cut the Crap [ndt: the Clash] did back in 1985.:) Same scratchy production, voices are also out of tune, same overuse of keys, same misuse of reggae... it sucks but I like it! :) Punk's definitely not dead! ah ah!

(U-boast, UK)

Hate reggae when played by white. But the first track is just good.

(David G, UK)

Monstrueux! Bien crasseux comme un bon Iggy. Après l'iguane, voici le chat! A quand le live?

(Stéphane, France)

Hey mr snowcat we're in 2012! Ever thought of keeping your sound current? This has no interest to me.

(record company employee, kept anonymous)

This is not a reggae album by any means, most likely a reggae-flavoured experimental rock record. Refreshing but not authentic enough. Very intriguing artwork, have you seen [the movie] Chinatown?

(RasZta78)

ワウ!! (...) 国際的なレゲエ

(高田先生, Japan)

Ton nouvel album est géant, un des meilleurs sinon le meilleur. On y retrouve tes ingrédients habituels mais cette fois renforcés par un art nouveau.

(JH, Belgium)

(review in Petits-Pois)

Strange music, more than once I thought of Iggy Pop.

(EZBZ, Germany)

Thumbs up mokomoko!

(Bernie, Israel)

As a Kiss fan I like your voice that sounds more and more like Peter Criss!!! I'm less into that reggae thing but the rocking parts are great. I played 'my best friend is my own ghost' 10 times last morning, it woke me up like dynamite!

(Zak, NYC)

(review in Shoot Me Again)

Here's your track by track comment (...):
Kaiso: the best song of the album, good groove. A hit.
Three kinds of milk: wow that shitty ska with those horrible synths, even as a joke i wouldn't buy! Sorry. A definite miss.
Room 211: too arty, new romantic or so for my taste, it goes nowhere. A miss.
Lady gomi: interesting, a little aggressive yet pleasant. Almost a hit.
I could live in an airplane: OMG will that jam ever end? Self indulgent, just what gave the 70s a bad name. A miss.
Rites of the circling food: works well with some pot. Only with pot. A hit (with pot), a miss (without pot).
Legs and liquor: a very nice and lovely ballad, sounds so nostalgic? A hit.
My best friend is my own ghost: Duh what's that??? Sinatra meets Motorhead!!! Half a hit, half a miss.
Moko moko: elevator music, i've always hated that crooning soft jazz. A terrible miss. A hit in an elevator though.

(Kami Goreng, Thailand)