Cavernous, dark, yet ethereal post-punk: hey Bauhaus called and they want their shit back! The Soft Moon is fortunately not derivative: the vocals aren't really vocals, acting more like additional textures passed through tons of effect. Likewise, the pulse is buzzin' like no band could do in 1980, proving this babe ain't a lost artifact. It ain't reinventing anything, but it does everything well - maybe one lil rager tune would have been nice?
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