Moonlight Wranglers have a lot of nerve to have stuck around so long. 

Moonlight Wranglers have been fermenting.

Moonlight Wranglers are the gravy stain on your vintage tea towel.

Moonlight Wranglers are a perpetually derailing train.

Moonlight Wranglers don’t know where the brakes are on this thing.

Moonlight Wranglers are a royal flush of ideas and influences.

Moonlight Wranglers probably owe you a favour.

Moonlight Wranglers always show up.

Moonlight Wranglers have spare gothic bass lines for dodgy cash sales.

Moonlight Wranglers redesign the Guggenheim with walls of Crazy Horse and spiralling corridors of Sonic Youth.

Moonlight Wranglers have been to the swamp but can’t tell you how to get back there.

Moonlight Wranglers made a deal with Elvis not to tell you where he is.

Moonlight Wranglers tell knock knock jokes to Scott Walker.

Moonlight Wranglers steal their knock knock jokes from Laurie Anderson.

Moonlight Wranglers are a fight without a fighter or a fighter without a fight.

Moonlight Wranglers travel light.

Moonlight Wranglers are Ray Winstone doing his best Cate Blanchett.

 

Moonlight Wranglers are Kate, Shane, Mitch and Corey. They’ve been exploding onto Perth’s pub floors and hallowed haunts for well over a decade. They filter a huge and disparate array of influences through a unique take on the world of Australian underground rock, pop and noise.