Album Review: Untitled by Mouving
Let’s get one thing straight—Mouving’s Untitled isn’t your typical music album. Released back in 2007, this Australian gem straddles genres like it’s walking a tightrope. You’ve got Electronic vibes mixed with some seriously out-there styles like Abstract, New Age, Drone, Noise, and even Therapy (yes, therapy!). Joshua Petherick, the mastermind behind it all, pulls off something that feels more like an auditory experiment than a traditional listen. And honestly? That’s what makes it stick.
The whole thing is just one track: Untitled. Sounds simple, right? But don’t let that fool you—it’s packed with layers. It starts off slow, almost meditative, drawing you into its hypnotic hum. At first, I thought, “Is this even music?” But then, about five minutes in, there’s this moment where everything shifts. The drones deepen, the noise creeps up on you, and suddenly you're not just listening anymore—you’re feeling it. It’s hard to explain, but it felt like my brain was being massaged by sound waves. Weird, yeah, but kinda cool too.
What really stood out for me was how raw and unpolished it felt. There are no flashy hooks or catchy choruses here—just pure, unfiltered emotion wrapped up in experimental tones. One section near the middle had these sharp, crackling noises layered over soft pads of drone, and I swear it sounded like static rain falling on a tin roof. Not exactly relaxing, but definitely memorable. It made me pause whatever I was doing and just sit there, headphones glued to my ears, trying to figure out why I couldn’t stop listening.
Another part worth mentioning comes toward the end. Without warning, the track goes almost silent before building back up again. This eerie lull gave me goosebumps. Like, who does that?! Most artists would never dare leave their listeners hanging like that, but Mouving pulls it off. It’s unsettling yet oddly peaceful at the same time—a vibe I didn’t know I needed until now.
So yeah, Untitled isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking for bangers to blast in your car or sing along to in the shower, this ain’t it. But if you dig weird, immersive sounds that make you think (or zone out), then give it a shot. Honestly, it reminded me of those late-night YouTube rabbit holes where you stumble across something so bizarre it sticks with you forever.
Final thought: Listening to this album felt like taking a walk through someone else’s dream—or maybe their nightmare. Either way, it left me wondering if Joshua Petherick secretly moonlights as a therapist. Or a wizard. Who knows?
