Imagine for a moment if Joy Division, Krautrock and the Doctor Who theme tune had a kind of unholy love child.
The Soft Moon is that love child.
|So….so….so geometric. It’s beautiful.|
With a uniquely retro yet modern sound The Soft Moon is a welcome return to good old fashioned beatery in an age of off-kilter time and increasingly conventional unconventionalism, thanks for that Animal Collective. A half-hour romp through a cyclical swirl of sound powered by pounding, kinetic drums and pulsing bass lines; this is an album that never lets up and never lets go, a super-charged burst of brilliance that is over all too abruptly. Indeed it is all too easy to find a single listen morph into an endless loop, the songs blend into each other and there is a coherence and singularity of tone that sucks you in.
For fear of becoming too wrapped up in slinging around hyperbole and lush, possibly overzealous, possibly overwrought praise, I’ll conclude my review and halt any self-indulgence. This album is the shit. I can throw around fancy wordplay and pretentious metaphors for sound all I want (and I do want to, it’s so easy when it’s so good) but when it comes down to it that’s really all you need to know. Musically this album is among the best I’ve heard all year; a whirlwind of chaotic drones, gripping hooks and a brooding, moody atmosphere, all condensed into a relatively brief package that only leaves you wanting more. And that is one of my few criticisms, this album is short; I almost wish they’d indulged a bit more, strung it out a bit, because these are beats and hooks I could have bang around my head all day. But I admire their restraint. And I admire their songs even more.