Moondog Matinee
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Moondog Matinee

Reno, Nevada, United States | INDIE

Reno, Nevada, United States | INDIE
Band Blues Alternative


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"Moondog Matinee "Neon Reverb Festival" Review"

Fresh off an eight-hour drive hauling a trailer of gear from their home base of Reno, Moondog Matinee was primed and ready to make some new fans on March 11 during their first Las Vegas show. Turning the outdoor backyard of Gypsy Den into its playground, the quintet got busy exuding blues and rock. While “Troubadour,” the first single off the band’s debut album, Vacancy at the Wonder Lodge, is a gritty blues anthem, “Sweet Heroine” will be its ticket to stardom- the solid crowd clapped and danced as they jammed out with slick guitars and Pete Barnato’s soulful vocals. “Bourbon Street,” a boot-stomping jam with killer guitar riffs, was true to the spirit of rock ’n’ roll. What sets these fellas apart is Barnato’s raspy voice and the soul that runs in his veins. Its mind-blowing to hear such a sweet sound. For a relatively new band, Moondog Matinee is polished and definitely wont be hiding in the Sierras for much longer. –Craig Nyman - Vegas Seven


Moondog Matinee - Vacancy At The Wonder Lodge

Released 2/22/11 "Vacancy at the Wonder Lodge" is available now on Outbox Records, as well as all major digital distribution outlets worldwide, including iTunes, Rhapsody, Amazon and more.



In a blown out mining town somewhere in the Southwestern desert, dust rises from the floorboards of a dimly lit saloon combining with the fumes of whiskey and sweat to ignite the fire that is Moondog Matinee. The band is throwback to the past laced with a timeless sexual swagger and rapturous vision of the future.

Their words whisper from burnt out motels and the back room demons that lie inside all of us. The vocals channel a strange brew of Janis Joplin mixed with Robert Plant sung through the liquored down throat of a hopped-up preacher. And the blues laced instrumental attack, shot though a double-barreled weapon of monstrous experimental jam-supreme, heals like a cure to what ails the ears.

Moondog Matinee can just as easily ramble through the streets of New York or Philly as they could New Orleans or Memphis, but the fact remains: they derive from the gritty gambling and tattered mining towns that lie within the great desert of the west. They're best experienced live: straight no chaser. It’s a traveling snake-oil sales show, which preys on blind followers and converts true believers…