MOLA ODDITY

Cave Crackers
(Nomad City Records)
Add date: 11.25.2025
Release date: 10.11.2025




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After more than a year of wandering and weathering, Mola Oddity — the creation anchored by Birdy K, Yider, and Asr — meets its turning point. Three new companions step into the circle: guitarist Songkaer Muhatai (Carl), who carries the molten breath of Kazakh sound and finds himself, by chance, at the same crossroad as the band; bassist Russell (DuDu), Taiwan-born of Filipino roots, a long-time neighbor and friend of Birdy, now returning as a co-dreamer; and drummer Olson Wang (Leon), the youngest of the six, whose first encounter came in a Shanghai bar named Tang, where drinks fermented into kinship, and visions began to seep out like a hidden spring.

From here, Mola Oddity crystallizes as a six-piece form. Scattered across horizons, shaped by disparate cultures, yet bound by one tongue — music. They hold close a belief whispered by Robin Wall Kimmerer in Gathering Moss: “...life attracts more life.”

Their new EP, Cave Crackers, is both a token of rare meetings and a vivid glimpse of their live essence—an interlude bridging what was and what is yet to come. Recorded in their workshop-sanctuary, Cave, the music carries the grit and breath of the moment: one take, unvarnished, spirited, and whole.

Six songs, drawn from Birdy K’s Vol.13  – 1986 The Journey of Sleepless Sheepand Mola Oddity’s debut The Other Side of Hope, are reborn here in raw instrumentation. The notes glisten with the scent of immediacy, each take sealed as if by mossy air, alive with urgency and delight.

So Etude — “From this corner to that corner” — is transfigured. For Mola Oddity has “found their people.” This inward psychedelic variation grows with intention, pressing against its own edge — like moss itself, stubbornly advancing toward its boundary layer until it becomes more than landscape. Following the call, rhythms shift like light through leaves; an organ haze recalls old nights; the bass grins mischievously at the guitar’s fiery arcs. Instruments provoke and console, their energies cycling through rise and fall. Improvised whispers hover, swept into the fresh ripples of the drums, expanding, expanding — toward the unending.

Cave Crackers is mixed by Eric Lau, who paints the fine details of each instrument while lifting the feral immediacy of the session to its zenith. The cover, hand-stitched by textile artist and environmental activist Anaïs Beaulieuon discarded foil snack wrappers, glows with layered moss-greens. Six ants trace their play within the cave; the wind scatters fragments, yet what remains begins anew.