No info or press gubbins with this, in fact we tripped across it on that there yoo toob, damn fine it is to, not least for the fact that in an instant we were back in the early 80’s a touch post punky and touch gothy a loggerheads with our younger self as he played to the point of destruction his acquired pile of Killing Joke and 1919 grooves. Indeed the latest stumbling out into the harsh daylight from out of the Sacred Bones soundhouse is by the Soft Moon. This be ‘it kills’ a tensely chilled post punk pill from a forgotten yesterday whose shadow lined icy touching has something of an ‘resistance’ era Clock DVA attaching to its anxious dark heart.
the sunday experience 