Moss Icon - Reflections Of An Old Man

Sang the boy with deserted eyes
“Reflection,” he whispered again
“Is the captive possession
A reflection in the same
That my ancestors did name
Found to be likely
To be found as a likey
And never to be found around
Spotted with placid mirrors as his ground
Died in the desert did a brave
Not seven feet from his grandfather’s grave
‘Reflections scared the shit out of me,’ shе gasped
‘But i never ran so fast that my feet couldn’t carry mе,’
She resolved, smiling
Grandpa beamed”

In the mid-late 1980s, Moss Icon pioneered a progressive, highly emotive sound that stood in stark contrast to just about everything even remotely considered punk-rock at the time. In retrospect, they more resembled an inspired marriage of the bleak post-punk leanings of Joy Division with the raucous riffage of the Wipers, albeit considerably less accessible thanks to Moss Icon’s more sinister tone, Tonie Joy’s exploratory arrangements, and frontman Jonathan Vance’s almost stream-of-conscious sociopolitical rampages. In the decades since Moss Icon’s disbandment, bootlegged t-shirts and patches have been easier to come by than actual recordings, and the Internet is filled with misconceptions and misinformation, incidentally lending an enigmatic, almost mythical status to the band.