MOSA WILD

Amidst the January gloom, the dark mornings and whatever that thundersnow was all about comes a lovely bright spot in the form of ‘Smoke’.

It’s hard to believe this is Mosa Wild’s first song – it sounds so accomplished, so mature, so right. Sweeping instrumentation gently builds up into a swell while Jim Rubaduka’s vocals wrap themselves around you and smother the air out. It evokes some of the stirring melancholy of The National or Editors, with a tiny splash of the wood-cabin, crackling-fire thoughtfulness of early Bon Iver.

They’ve set themselves a dangerously high bar to follow, but if what comes next is as good as this then 2017 might not be so grim after all.

Words by Tom Worley

Tipped by Charlotte Holroyd from Bitter Sweet Symphonies, Robin Seamer from Breaking More Waves & Tom Johnson from Gold Flake Paint