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Both Gate and Control Unit make industrial music from weirdo electronics and abstract drones. Together on their collaboration, The Album, they raise the intensity levels to create freeform psych rock that isn’t afraid of a little harsh noise. This vinyl LP on 8mm records is limited to 300 copies only.
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Here, it is spooky. We are in a warehouse unit and everyone else has moved out; I am beyond any doubt that we’re in the company of ghosts, whether they’re friendly, fiendish or just really into psych rock. Gate & Control Unit, who adorn their new album with a building that looks pretty similar to ours, have definitely been hanging out with the same spectres as us, and they show it amidst their oscillating squeaky riffs, their tinkering beats and those warbled vocals, which can only be described as revisionist Tim Buckley. One of the band member’s is like “woah, did you hear that?” and the other one sagely, calmly, quietly nods: “Yes. We’re not alone”.
This is free psych, so worry not for the rhythms: it’s a warped lo-fi improvisation from a trio who mostly like making little, isolated sounds and then let them form a larger passage of sound. “Stainless” puts delay to the feedback and lets guitar just whittle away forever, in a myriad directions for a hallucinatory time period beyond your mortal understanding. It’s kind of like hearing a less delicate and thoughtful Loren Connors. “Pagoda’s Blues” is a fretful drone with little noise-whistled tinkerings over a tonally straight ‘n’ narrow synth.
Nothing like a lil’ bit of misdirection, or just non-direction, but Gate & Control Unit make it their mission to provide no maps and travel towards nowhere. On “Walls We Know” they’re mostly just hiding out in that abandoned building on the front, making echoing noises into empty rooms, as synth swirls busily down the stairwells. Their voices abstracted and all sounds around them quite turgid, you start to wonder if ghosts ever take baths. Personal hygiene is a must. Cool music though, pals; you’re haunting me softly with your unsong.
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