“If it was five years ago and somebody said, ‘You’re going to spend quite a bit of time doing acoustic’, I would have said, ‘I don’t think so’. Twenty years ago I would have said ‘No way, f--- off’. So says Ian Moss, six string extraordinaire, singer/songwriter and co-founding member of one of the greatest Australian rock bands in history, Cold Chisel. His reputation was carved from the blood, sweat and tears of his electric work but as fate would have it, “Mossy” changed his mind and slowed things down. He found the “nerve” to unplug and that’s bloody well our good fortune. We can now savour the best of both worlds - cherish the fast, furious and sublime that is forever etched on our eardrums from days gone by and embrace the sweet calm after the storm of the here and now. Following on seamlessly from the live acoustic revelations spawned by Six Strings in 2005 begins an exciting new chapter, Let’s All Get Together. Never has there been a more intriguing and satisfying fusion of rock, soul, jazz and blues and it’s all delivered in Mossy’s trademark laid-back style. But this doesn’t mean he hasn’t raised a sweat - quite the contrary. Let’s All Get Together pushes boundaries and goes beyond the solo acoustic thing. There’s an injection of more live material, special friends – including James Morrison, Margaret Urlich, Glenn Rhodes and producer/engineer George Gorga - have heeded his call to “get together” and contribute. And there’s a heavy dose of Jess Ciampa’s percussion that promises something truly special when Mossy tours the album later in the year. Think theatres, a new platform from which Mossy will unleash his new bag of tricks like a skilled magician weaving his magic. With Let’s All Get Together Mossy weaves that magic into studio re-workings of classics – from the dark, somber, emotion-charged spirit of Choir Girl, the “bare-foot-on-a-stomp-box” allure and infectious rhythm driving Beautiful Thing to the smooth, blues-tinged breath of fresh air that breathes new life into Chisel gem Red Sand. Lay back and absorb the dreamy, haunting reinvention of Flame Trees. Listen closely enough and you can almost smell the Cajun chicken simmering away to the New Orleans-esque jazz blues of Janelle (just listen to James Morrison transform his trumpet into a musical temptress in the background).