Projet solo de Luis Vasquez d’Oakland, The Soft Moon avait comme premier quartier général son propre appartement. Le début, sorti en 2010, était une opération solitaire et a donné comme résultat un disque sombre et claustrophobe. Aujourd’hui, Vasquez a rassemblé des musiciens collègues qui grincent avec lui sur ses textures sonores post-apocalyptiques. Le nouvel album ‘Zeros’ sort le 5 novembre chez Captured Tracks.
 
The first headquarters of Luis Vasquez’s solo project The Soft Moon was his own apartment. The debut from 2010 was a solitary operation and resulted in a dark, claustrophobic record. By now he has gathered musicians around him who join in on his post-apocalyptic soundscapes. The new album ‘Zeros’ will be out on 5 November on Captured Tracks.

Oorspronkelijk was The Soft Moon een soloproject van Luis Vasquez uit Oakland, met als hoofdkwartier zijn eigen appartement. Het debuut uit 2010 was een solitaire operatie en resulteerde in een donkere, claustrofobische plaat. Intussen heeft hij muzikanten rond zich geschaard die meeronken op zijn post-apocalyptische soundscapes. Hun nieuwe album ’Zeros’ komt uit op 5 november bij Captured Tracks.

Space is really big and we like all live there. That's not a lie. When someone asks where you're from you can say "space" and that's right. Right on. In a remote and exotic distant point in the vast cosmos called Oakland, California, four separate manifestations of collective consciousness take in ambient energy, Vietnamese sandwiches and C2H6O (that's the empirical formula for booze) and resound this sacred slipstream through synths, keys, drums and strings. Lumerians will not ask you to dance, but will rather make you submit to your own subconscious (or conscious) desire to. Don't try to fight it. This is real. This is happening. At once a visceral and psychological encounter. Flickering visions are projected, keyboards buzz, drums pound, bodies sway and minds melt. As the expanded cinema projections that intensify their live shows suggest, the band is constantly pushing their sounds toward musical synesthesia. The vibrant evocations and tribal rumblings are so intoxicating that sensory registers are crossed: sonics becomes optics, music becomes vision, psychedelia becomes phantasmagoria. While the music draws from many sources, it is focused on exploratory visions of other worlds and states of being. So by all means open your mind, but watch where you step.