Playing songs from her upcoming EP, Our Head, Arthur Moon brought an eclectic, anamorphic presence to the National Sawdust stage that electrified, despite its brevity. With only a few songs to leave an imprint on the concert night called The Revolution, which was graced with rising, revolutionary artists like Iris Lune and Black Wallstreet, Moon proved that she has an aura that lasts in dynamism. For a woman that appears of a quiet nature, she transforms coyness into a loud statement.
“Room”, “Wind Up”, and “Boxing” are songs emblematic of Moon’s lyrical capacity to exude life’s entrapment. It is sad and even insane to say that everyone can feel trapped by their life. Even as you walk outside your home in broad daylight, nodding to neighbors, sipping your coffee, and feeling the wind upon your face, mentally, you hold an invisible cell-block. Moon physically embodies how held back we can feel by our lives/ambitions by contorting her hands and keeling over as if life had kicked her in the gut. This may sound abrasive, but it also feels cathartic, for listeners, when matched to her words and vocal yelps of desiring freedom. For someone who does not move beyond center stage, you seem drawn to watch Moon as she lights and enlightens with a voice that can be as gentle or tearing as nature.
Moon comes up to the mic with a reverence and rage. She can be soft and pondering upon her lyrics as if she is thinking them up on the spot in recollection of broken dreams/ potential paths. When she feels a lyric or emotions, she closes her eyes, hold up her hands, and vocally falls into it with prowess. What fascinates me most about her performance style is that, by all means, Moon plays up and into the shyness of her being. Yet, like any “quieter” personality, it does not take away the power of her messages, talent, and overall dreams. For More Information On Arthur Moon Click Here.