The Soft Moon isn’t a band I had ever heard of. I don’t typically dive too deep into the world of dark indie synth pop. When I got to the Music Hall of Williamsburg, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. The crowd seemed nice enough, and cheered politely when the band took the stage. Three boys who looked like somebody your grandma would approve of if you brought them home for Sunday dinner. The drummer emerged first, while his bandmates waited in the wings, clearly visible to the audience. After a short technical malfunction (computers, right?), the others took their instruments and started their first song “Black” off their newest release Deeper.
I was not expecting that.
It was dark. Darker than black. It was damned Vantablack. The lights pulsed between crimson and nothing, and using strobes to great effect leaving a bleakness not felt since the height of the recession. This is what all those bankers were feeling. This is what Werner Herzog feels every day. There is no hope. There is not light. There is only The Soft Moon, and I can’t get enough of it.
