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It’s been a long time since I’ve heard any new work by vocalist and percussionist David Moss. One of the most maniacal and distinctive presences to emerge from the New York experimental-music scene in the early 80s, he dominated records by Eugene Chadbourne, the Golden Palominos, John Zorn, and Tom Cora (among many others) with his wild yowls and mega-exaggerated “singing,” often in languages of his own invention. For most of the past two decades he’s been based in Europe, and on the records of his I’ve heard during this period he’s frequently been in the company of other extreme singers, including Jaap Blonk, Phil Minton, Greetje Bijma, Shelley Hirsch, Anna Holmer, Koichi Makagami, and Catherine Jauniaux. He’s also worked in more buttoned-down contexts, such as the Olga Neuwirth opera Lost Highway and a production of Cronaca del Luogo by Luciano Berio.
