The Moths! die

You know what tragedy is? Tragedy is not stabbing your eyes out after realizing that you murdered your dad so you could marry your mom. Cry me a river, Oedipus. No, tragedy, girls and boys, is discovering the most awesome band evar... after they've broken up.

No, it gets worse. I must go on.

Tragedy is a band that's basically a modernization of The Smith, if The Smiths were happy and poppy and used deliciously synthesized drum tracks and were radio friendly, breaking up after releasing one lonely EP. Tragedy is having four songs in heavy rotation on your iPod for a month straight and knowing that those are the only four songs that will ever be released by that band. That is tragedy.

Tragedy has a name. That name is The Moths!

Since misery loves company, here is a live recording of the band playing "Wild Birds" -



Now, this is very important. The Moths! are not to be confused with The Moths (note the lamentable lack of an exclamation point), a has-been eighties band that is still hanging around in some form. The Moths! Accept no imitations.

All band sightings should be verified by comparison to this actual factual music video:



Now, I need you to hit up iTunes because these are their two weakest tracks. Valentine is a punk rock love story that has to be heard to be believed, and Games will absolutely change your life. And after, having had your perception of the world irrevocably altered, you will come to the horrible realization that all you'll ever get is this one measly triple A-side, and after a tragic monologue you'll fill your pockets with stones and walk somberly out into the ocean, never to be heard from again.

Good times!

There is some, slight hope gleaming at the end of this darkened tunnel. While information is scarce at this point, it appears that at least one of the band members is forging on under the name Me My Head. While nothing can ever replace The Moths! in my heart, I am excited that at least some of the bands' immense talent will continue to be heard. At least, heard by other people who haven't already sawed their ears off and mailed them to former lead singer James Fox as a token of their undying love.

Whoops.