The Soft Moon - Deeper - 2015 Post Punk Noise Synth Dark Wave Rock LP
The Soft Moon - Deeper
Label: Captured Tracks
Format: Vinyl, LP, Album
New conditoion but not sealed
has pic inner sleeve
Both sides have the same Side B labels
My Copy has A Side and B Side Labels
Genre: Electronic, Rock
Style: Post-Punk, Industrial
" It's not a departure by any means. As with previous releases, including 2012's icy Zeros, Vasquez draws on the minimal wave synthesizer drones of the '80s while synching up with 21st-century digital crispness. And he hasn't shied away from his usual font of topics, which include depression, nihilism and oblivion. Rather than vying with the forces of darkness, though, Deeper is an exercise in capitulation. Adrift in a sea of technology, Vasquez just lets himself be swallowed up. The result is unnerving, but it's also tenderly, eerily gorgeous.
Make no mistake: Beneath all the automation and alienation, Vasquez writes pop songs. One of Deeper's most foreboding tracks, "Black," may be punctuated by industrialized, piston-like hisses, but it's also sinks a thick, one-chord hook into its mechanical guts. On "Wrong," he duets with a distorted, almost robotic version of himself in a devil/angel dialogue that's made even more unsettling by the surgically choppy arrangement. The synths on "Try" are more organic, hovering and swarming menacingly; "Desertion" makes room for subtle pulses of near-shoegaze atmosphere. But even when Deeper's title track launches into a frenzy of tribal bears and a menagerie of modulated noises that imagines some mechanized zoo, Vasquez makes it hypnotic.
Things get more melodic by a mile on "Far." Propulsive and downright danceable, the song unleashes serpentine coils of synths while Vasquez stretches out as a singer, imbuing his existential melodrama with a beautifully breathy tone. "I was born to suffer / It kills my mind," he sings, then adds, "Take me far away / To escape myself." That he can turn such sentiments into a veritable singalong is a testament to his perverse power as a songwriter.
"Wasting," as its title hints, is a bit less energetic, but its glacial rhythm and pinprick synths are heightened by Vasquez's most intimate vocal on the album that is, not counting "Without." Deeper's quietest cut, it opens with leadenly plunked piano before giving way to Vasquez's ethereal croon: "Without you in my heart," he chants, too overcome with loss to complete the thought. Instead of sounding histrionic or simply goth, it's a harrowing study in the passionate embrace of dispassion." ( NPR)