André Miguel & The Moment Drop Their Unholy Gospel with 'Profound/Profane'

Rock & Roll is supposed to be dangerous. Somewhere along the way, a lot of bands forgot that. But Los Angeles misfits André Miguel & The Moment are here to drag it back from the grave, tequila bottle in hand, with their debut album Profound/Profane.

A Prayer for the Damned (and the Saved)

The record is exactly what the title promises: a warped sermon on the sacred and the profane, honoring rock’s greatest ghosts while setting their icons on fire for fun. It’s a eulogy and a celebration, a contradiction wrapped in sweat and feedback. Imagine Sly & The Family Stone and The Cramps sharing a sticky dive-bar stage while James Brown screams down from heaven (or hell) to keep the energy up. That’s the vibe.

Recorded in Glassell Park at Psychedelic Thriftstore Recordings with LA legend Joel Jerome, Profound/Profane isn’t polished, it’s alive. The lineup is stacked: drums from Li’Ane Newson, bass from Isabel Dobrev, lead guitar by Mikael Ravn, plus a rotating cast of LA players who clearly showed up ready to bleed. Vocals from Jackie Bonsignore and Natalie Luna twist around André Miguel’s unhinged delivery, creating this dangerous cocktail of harmony and raw nerve.

Miguel himself calls it “a New Testament for American popular music,” and yeah, it’s theatrical as hell. The band isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel; they’re slapping chrome spinning rims on it, blasting it down Sunset Blvd, and running over anyone who gets in the way. It’s degenerate, it’s holy, it’s messy, and it’s fun.

When asked what people should take away from this record, Miguel doesn’t talk about art or legacy. He says:

“I hope people take away the money from their mother’s purse. I hope they take away cheap beer from their local supermarket. I hope they take away my virginity.”

That’s the energy. No preaching, no posturing, just pure rock & roll blasphemy. Profound/Profane isn’t an album you politely nod along to, it’s one you shout with, sweat through, and stumble home after. It’s both a tribute and a middle finger to everything rock once was, and everything it still can be when a band isn’t afraid to get weird, loud, and a little sacrilegious.