New York-based multi-instrumentalist Moses Patrou has quietly carved out a singular career over the last two decades—as a drummer, percussionist, singer, songwriter, organist, and sideman to many. With the release of his new album Confession of a Fool, Patrou steps into the spotlight with what feels like a definitive personal statement—one shaped as much by life experience as by musical instinct.
While his 2007 debut, Introducing Moses Patrou (which I co-produced), was a rhythm-forward project drawing on New Orleans, Brazilian, Cuban, and classic R&B traditions, Confession of a Fool is a more refined and focused album, anchored in classic American songwriting and soul. It positions Patrou as a fresh voice in the lineage of artists like Bill Withers, Doctor John, and Mose Allison (his namesake).
Originally from Madison, Wisconsin, Patrou came up playing hand drums and bass, moving between the local hip hop scene, brass bands and the Brazilian music community. After relocating to New York in the early 2000s, he became part of a vibrant ecosystem of musicians based in Brooklyn.
Over the years, Patrou has played every kind of gig: clubs, weddings, jam sessions, parades, studio dates. But it was during the pandemic that he underwent a creative reinvention, teaching himself to play organ and shifting from sideman to bandleader, from percussionist to songwriter at the keys. His musical evolution has been steady, self-directed, and deeply personal.
There’s a timeless quality to Confession of a Fool. Songs like “Who’s It Gonna Be” feel as though they’ve always existed—personal yet universal, clever but raw. Patrou’s voice is assured, unhurried, and rooted in lived experience. There’s no affectation, no artifice—just soul, story, and groove.
Confession of a Fool isn’t a debut, but it plays like an arrival, proof that some artists take the long way around, and the journey makes the sound that much deeper.
Here he traces that arc—from his roots in hand drumming, and hip hop in Madison, to his immersion in Second Line, Brazilian and Cuban traditions, to the house fire in Brooklyn that nearly ended everything… and how it also marked the beginning of something new.
