Hiromi Moritani looks like a typical, well-heeled matron. Her chic black ensemble is a touch artier than the average mother's wardrobe, but sitting in her record label's office, her conversation dwells on the perils and pitfalls of being a mom. Hearing her fret over her young son and the evening's dinner menu, it is difficult to reconcile the suburban mother with the wailing siren of the punk rock band Most.
Punk, with all of its simplicity and vigor, is usually the music of one's youth. How many fortysomething ladies play the live-house circuit?
"It's true that there is an age gap," says Phew of her audience. "Some of these kids are young enough to be my children."