Five Times Running

My rule is simple: more than five plays in a row and there’s a video for it somewhere means it gets written up. That’s the full editorial policy. Sometimes everything lines up—the sound, the visual design, the face on screen—and you just give in to the fact that you’re obsessed with something for at least the next forty-eight hours.

Sonny Moore is a guy from Los Angeles who, at least aesthetically, looks like what would happen if Antony Hegarty—the spectral, otherworldly front of Antony and the Johnsons—had a younger, slightly chemically adventurous phase. Writing that makes me feel like a second-rate FM host fading into a dedication, but I stand by the comparison. His track Mora, from the album Gypsyhook (the title cut is also worth your time), has found its way into my rotation. Provisionally—I don’t commit until something survives ten consecutive listens without turning on me.

Some songs collapse around listen seven. Some hold forever. I don’t know yet where Mora lands. That uncertainty is part of what makes it interesting.