Northside Festival Presents
The Soft Moon, Pop. 1280, Grooms
Brooklyn, NY, 11211-4119
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 8:00 PM
This event is all ages
The Soft Moon
Luis Vasquez did not expect to stumble upon The Soft Moon again. He buried those feelings over a decade ago beneath the sands of the Mojave Desert — where, in younger days, he played in local punk bands, all while absorbing the propulsive Afro-Cuban songs that permeated family gatherings. Restless, Vasquez relocated to Los Angeles, traveled around South America, and eventually settled in the San Francisco Bay Area. But, like a reoccurring dream, the specters of that past life returned, compelling Vasquez to revisit what made him originally conjure The Soft Moon in that relentless desert climate. Through The Soft Moon, Vasquez consolidates his disparate musical talents for playing both analog equipment and live instruments. Frigid synth chords, foreboding bass-guitar riffs, and vintage drum machine hark back to the experimental sonic palette of early 80s post-punk. But, Vasquez invests that raw electronic sound with the frenetic pathos of Afro-Cuban music, fracturing the familiar in a strangely resonant way. Hypnotic songs weaving lonely, nearly apocalyptic tales, hinge greedily on demanding more out of life — on sucking the marrow out of the vast desert skies. Repetitive vocals chant in a haunting whisper over hazy atmospherics, spinning like whirling dervishes around a cold glimmer of redemption. The Soft Moon manages to inspire warm revelry in the midst of such a stark environment, allowing a merciless freedom to emerge from a landfill of discarded memories. Vasquez sees the effort as an "introspective ritual," one that forges personal release and restoration. With each song he reconciles with the rubble from his past, unveiling a disjointed story of self-discovery. Yes, nostalgia colors every recess of The Soft Moon, from its inception to its aesthetic, but this sort of life-affirming nostalgia prefers hope to paralysis. It undertakes to revive innocent feelings dulled by the grind of adulthood. It longs to channel the driving indigenous rhythms clouded in the dance of Diaspora and assimilation. It reaches for something necessary and permanent in the throws of fleeting desire. And although Vasquez may not regain what he lost, he ends up creating utterly engaging and moving music in the process.
Pop. 1280 are the hardest working scumbags in New York City. The leaders of the "nü-pigfuck" as coined by the Village Voice, these post-cyberpunks have been terrorizing unassuming audience members for the last four years. Band leaders Chris Bug and Ivan Lip formed the band in late 2008, and since then have released three seven inches, for Badmaster and Blind Prophet, in addition to two albums on Sacred Bones. The Grid EP, landed in 2010 and their near universally-acclaimed debut LP, The Horror followed in early 2012. They have been featured in Stereogum, Impose, and the Village Voice and got glowing reviews from Pitchfork, CMJ, Dusted, and the Agit Reader. The band has toured the East Coast and Midwest numerous times, including stops at Chicago's famed Bitchpork fest and NY's Northside Festival.
There's something to be said for a band that can cleverly hide their technically wizardry in a bed of incredible songwriting. Grooms, formerly Muggabears, are able to pack dense harmonies and polyrhythms into their sound, while keeping things in a concise post-pop package that leaves room for electronic tinkering. MVRemix lauded their 2011 EP Prom, saying, "There's nothing on this CD I would subtract, no filler." Fans of Cibo Matto, Happy Apple, Sonic Youth and Deerhunter should definitely give them a listen.