Eight Gigs: Soft Kill

If Soft Kill’s Heresy album in 2015 was claustrophobic, like being held under in ice water, then last year’s Choke LP was the feeling of air revisiting the lung pouches, that restoration of rapture in life. The Portland post-punk outfit is allowing an ounce of bliss into its doomed and disillusioned songwriting. It’s a balance that fits the prescription for salvageable mental health in 2017. If Soft Kill are allowing a sliver of light in, then it might be OK to pair a white T-shirt with those black jeans. Still no to neon.