Instead, the quintet – vocalist Cody Jasper, guitarist Mitch Micoley, bassist Gabe Maska, guitarist Joe Perez, and drummer Greg Garcia – trade in high-octane garage-infused riffs, soaring vocals, and enough debaucherous storytelling to simultaneously raise eyebrows and fists. It’s unfiltered, honest-to-god rock with a sonic upgrade for today’s listeners’ discerning ears. The group’s debut single, “Fever,” marks one hell of a coming-out party, kicking down the proverbial door with a self-referential declaration that announces Moon Fever to the world at large. It would sound equally as captivating in a seedy club as in a slammed arena; in short, it’s the perfect mission statement for a modern rock band.

“We literally say, ‘We sold our souls to rock ’n’ roll’ in the song – that’s a pretty damn good representation of what you’re going to get,” Micoley declares with a laugh.

Indeed, subtlety and self-consciousness have no place in Moon Fever. Singles like “Casanova” and “Cheap Thrills,” both plucked from the band’s forthcoming album, are awash in authenticity and kinetic energy, a byproduct of the undeniable chemistry between Jasper and Micoley, who connected online in late 2019 and soon realized the symbiotic power of their musical prowess.

“When I found Cody, it immediately felt like he was the Robert Plant to my Jimmy Page,” Micoley explains.

The Austin-based Jasper relocated to LA, where he shacked up in a tiny studio apartment with his new songwriting partner and began carving out the beginning stages of Moon Fever before breakneck recording sessions in the backyard pool house of producer Jim Kaufmann (Anti-Flag, Night Riots). A few lost weekends later, the band emerged with a quiver of undeniable anthems teeming with the ghosts of the glory days of Hollywood rock.

“There’s some kind of energy in LA that seeps into the music,” Jasper says. “It feels like something to aspire to.”

Now, with a stockpile of anthems ready to be unleashed on the world, Moon Fever are poised to usher in a new era of rock that pulls no punches and leaves no bottle left upright – fully enjoying every second of fast living along the way.

“We’re a rock band from LA,” Micoley proudly states, before his partner in crime interjects with his own wry declaration: “With the same bad habits.”