Raw sound. Real stories. Hard truths. Deep cuts.

That’s the pulse behind moberod. It’s more than just the music… it’s something alive… something put together from years of writing, playing, and working with people who gave their energy to it. What you hear today carries more than my voice. It’s a reflection of every late night at Ep-Net, every high-dollar cigarette, every pop-metal riff, every front yard concert that left a mark.

moberod is me, but it’s also more than me. moberod is...

Benjamin.
Dean.
Carl.
Toby.
James.
Dave.
Lauren.
John.
Franzi.
Danny.

It’s the sweat we left behind, dried up and crusty… and the kick in the ass that keeps pushing us forward. 

I feel it! Do you?