About the Band
‘Rugged and beautiful’
Seattle rock group Moroccan Dog is just as quick to pull you up out of your seat as to put you in your feelings. Since the release of their self-titled debut EP in summer 2021, the grungey three-piece has been taking listeners on a journey that’s epic in scale but deeply personal, with a brooding sweetness that could have only come from Seattle. The music doesn’t just capture your attention — it demands it.
"The songs are rugged and beautiful,” says South Sound Talk. “They weep and shatter. They're inspired."
Moroccan Dog first came together in 2017 for an impromptu show at their high school’s battle of the bands. With less than a week of practice, the trio sucked and lost, but the performance sparked something. The one-time project soon became a band, and found themselves booking shows across Seattle.
Like the bed of roses that anchors their latest music video, Moroccan Dog just can’t stop growing. Singer and guitarist Callan Spafford, bassist Nate Sanford and drummer Alex Alajbegović have spent the past year packing house shows and iconic local venues like Cafe Racer, Barboza and the newly renovated Crocodile.
Over pounding drums and frantic guitar lines, Spafford’s angelic vocals evoke the likes of Jeff Buckley and Thom York. The 22-year-old frontman draws inspiration from the greats, including his godfather, the late Chris Cornell of Soundgarden.
“The singing echoes Chris Cornell’s most personal tunes, while the playing is remarkably tasteful and restrained,” says Alt77. “A group to make the U.S West Coast Rock scene proud.”
Moroccan Dog is loud, sensitive and wholly unique. To see them live is to be blown away — on a sonic and spiritual plane. By the end of a show, attendees will find themselves mirroring the protagonist in the final verses of Spring:
“Flat on my fucking back // waiting for the windowpane and the walls to crack.”
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“The vocal aesthetic is seasoned and self aware, able to sound torn and tender, gritty in the mid tones and even more so in the high register wails and falsettos,”
— American Pancake