Moby Clit Deliver a Razor-Sharp Debut With "Lead Pencils"
- Josh Kitchen
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By : Josh Kitchen / July 3, 2026
"I fucking knew it. I knew there was a piece of pencil stuck in me."
...is what Izzy DeVroede told me while discussing her brand-spankin'-new band, MOBY CLIT, and its debut single, "Lead Pencils," out today. She's not kidding either; she went on to show me a photo of a real jagged piece of graphite in her knee that had been there since she was in elementary school. [pictured below] It serves as a metallic razor-sharp metaphor for something that has existed in her for as long as she could remember, and with "Lead Pencils," DeVroede is ready to take control of that knife-edged creative instinct.
DeVroede has been on a furious streak of artistic momentum, playing bass in Niis, working as a makeup artist, modeling, teaching music, and releasing music under her previous solo project, Izbnd. But with MOBY CLIT, she tells me she's stoked to finally front a band with permanent members who are just as excited to create alongside her, channeling that momentum into crushing, hardcore-tinged pop-punk jams. "I was like, 'Oh my gosh, I can't wait to merge everybody together and create this thing.'" The full EP arrives July 10, but on "Lead Pencils," MOBY CLIT have already unleashed a furious two-minute anthem that's going to be stuck in your head all fucking day.
"I remembered when I was 21—I don't do this anymore—but I was super stoned, and I had a piece of lead from a No. 2 Ticonderoga pencil jammed in my knee from elementary school. I don't remember how it got there. I kept telling my mom, 'Dude, there's a piece of lead in my body,' and she was like, 'No, there's not.' I was like, 'I'm gonna fucking prove it to you.' I was super stoned one night as a stupid little 21-year-old, and I sat on the bathroom counter for a couple hours and dug this piece of graphite out of my knee."
It's a bizarre story, but one that became the perfect metaphor for the song. "Maybe the graphite made me crazy / I'm feelin' mental, I chew on lead pencils," DeVroede belts, transforming an elementary school mystery into a hook that's equal parts infections, cathartic, and impossible to shake. If "Lead Pencils" is any indication, Moby Clit didn't come to make a first impression—they came to burrow deep beneath your skin.
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