It isn’t so much the music that Luis Mojica creates that really stands him apart from those around him, though that is pretty unique and beguiling stuff, but more the scale on which he thinks. Most artists work with an idea, something taken from the moment, a passing thought, a memory. Mojica seems to work with much bigger concepts, such as the oppression and liberations of whole peoples, of an almost Gaian responsibility to the earth itself, collective folk memories, ideas as old as time or perhaps even timeless, ideas that cross countries and continents, which threaten us all, which unite us all.
Musically, his chosen moniker of Freak Folk is the perfect sonic summation, and to find your way to that generic place you first follow a fairly traditional folk pathway until things become greener a place populated with pockets of social activism and collective consciousness and then make a sharp left. Keep on a short way down that path and there, that’s where you find Mojica sat on an ancient hill, communing with the spirits of the past.
It is a heavenly and heady mix of chiming guitars and gentle beats, shimmering harps and eclectic vocals, lyrical depth and poignant statements. And I think the world could benefit from that sort of musical conversation right now. Don’t you?
