The Soft Moon was never intended for the public's ears, but you found it, were drawn in by it's danger, and insisted that others hear. Oakland's Luis Vasquez began the project in order to better know his own self. He'd holed up in his apartment and let the tape roll, allowing gut and memory guide him. Those twin Sherpa's, however, led him to a place of darkness, claustrophobia and dread: A musical wasteland moving to a Motorik tic, it's edges made jagged in the image of early post-punk, swathed in the moody atmosphere of vintage dark wave.
The Soft Moon was never intended for the public's ears, but you found it, were drawn in by it's danger, and insisted that others hear. Oakland's Luis Vasquez began the project in order to better know his own self. He'd holed up in his apartment and let the tape roll, allowing gut and memory guide him. Those twin Sherpa's, however, led him to a place of darkness, claustrophobia and dread: A musical wasteland moving to a Motorik tic, it's edges made jagged in the image of early post-punk, swathed in the moody atmosphere of vintage dark wave.