Hermidgets – Like Moths

“Like Moths” – Cosy synth pop meets destructive devotion

When I listen to the new song ‘Like Moths’ by the Italian band Hermidgets, I find this synth pop track to have a pleas­antly cosy and catchy sound. The found­a­tion is clearly rooted in 90s alt-pop influ­ences, with a con­sist­ent focus on syn­thet­ic sounds. It’s a track that doesn’t require a second listen, as I grasp it imme­di­ately and find myself tap­ping along instinct­ively, superbly craf­ted, though it per­haps verges on being a little too polished.

Lyrically, the Italians explore the dark desire to sur­render to a destruct­ive rela­tion­ship, con­stantly drawn towards one’s own ruin. The accom­pa­ny­ing music video is simple but very effect­ively executed, and strikes me as slightly unset­tling because the band’s soft, har­mo­ni­ous sound doesn’t really seem to fit with this visu­al world. As a genu­ine video exper­i­ment or a vehicle for a deep­er mes­sage, how­ever, the whole thing is quite successful.

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Lyrics of "Hermidgets – Like Moths"

Your gaze con­sumes me, unfold­ing, it’s all I ask for
Waiting in silence, your viol­ence, till finally done
Learn how to pray for the pleas­ure of hav­ing nothing
Here for you, so choose me, use me, lose me, until I die
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun
I will nev­er be the same without your deadly grace
Cold hands upon me, I feel it, take con­trol now
Breath in silence, your guid­ance, feels nat­ur­al still
Sinking your teeth in the mar­row of all that I am
Here for you, so choose me, use me, lose me, until I die
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun
I will nev­er be the same without your deadly grace
And you will always be the trace that I will fol­low like moths
Attracted to the fire, we’re attrac­ted to the fire
And you will always be the trace that I will fol­low like moths
Attracted to the fire, you’re attrac­ted to the fire forever burning
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun
She grants me a loaded gun
Yeah, she grants me a loaded gun