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Once upon a time, I had a radio show that only played bands currently performing in the District. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Every day I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.


I don’t know it is about the name Moullinex but it’s really making me hungry. Maybe because every time I read it my mind substitutes it for moules frites? Damn, I really want some french fries. This sucks. On the other hand, this song does not suck. It reminds me of a more radio friendly Justice. Or maybe not. Yeah, nevermind. I was definitely wrong about that. I don’t know why they let me write about music. It’s very poppy, and funky, and complex, and there’s a lot going on but it’s all very fun. I’m not listening to any of the lyrics because they are not important. This is good.

You can see Moullinex tonight at Black cat. You can eat moules frites at Granville Moore’s, Brasserie Beck, Belga Cafe, or any other place that serves Belgian food in DC. Take me with you.