Moomin's sweet, jazzy house tracks were fitting for the last night of MUTEK, as everyone was still powering on despite days and days of stomping the concrete (you have to love Montrealers for their undying spirit); something soft and cushiony like Moomin's set was a welcome treat for tired souls.
Hearing the lyrics "House music is free. In my house we are all God's children. Set your body free," remained one of loveliest moments of the night. The crowd was all smiles and whistles. House is probably the only genre that repeats its name throughout the music so frequently, but damned if we didn't love hearing the word "house" recurring over those funky jams. He played smooth house for the majority of his set that tickled the fringes of techno, but never got abrasive in any way.
All of a sudden, towards the end, he moved into cerebral drum & bass, one thing we didn't realize this festival was missing until Moomin busted it out. Then the show ended with some tender jungle, as all great shows should.
Hearing the lyrics "House music is free. In my house we are all God's children. Set your body free," remained one of loveliest moments of the night. The crowd was all smiles and whistles. House is probably the only genre that repeats its name throughout the music so frequently, but damned if we didn't love hearing the word "house" recurring over those funky jams. He played smooth house for the majority of his set that tickled the fringes of techno, but never got abrasive in any way.
All of a sudden, towards the end, he moved into cerebral drum & bass, one thing we didn't realize this festival was missing until Moomin busted it out. Then the show ended with some tender jungle, as all great shows should.
