“Zack Pieper from Trusty Knife, after one of our first shows, came up and was like, ‘I love dumb music, man,’” remembers bassist Frank Knaebe, laughing. “And I took it as a compliment, because he was spot on, saw right through all the noise and realized we’re just some dumb guys.” That self-effacing attitude is rather refreshing in a world of carefully controlled images and oversized egos, especially since, while loud, anarchic and fun-loving, there’s nothing the slightest bit stupid about the music Soup Moat makes, far from it in fact. “I prefer to figure that we just don’t overthink anything,” says drummer Scott Emmerich, getting closer to the truth.
Not that Inspirations, with cuts about candy, nautical cat magazines and a certain local newscaster being dipped in sauce, is all that serious either. “If it makes us laugh, we’ll go with it,” says Knaebe, recalling how album opener “Dreads in Slo-Mo” came to be with the embarrassment of someone attempting to explain an inside joke. “I like the Packers, watch every game, and a lot players have dreads nowadays, and I get really stoked when they’re flying around in Slo-Mo,” he says. “So that became ‘Run and catch the football / Dreads in Slo-Mo’, this little couplet.”