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Sonoran is named for the large desert area that stretches across parts of both the USA and Mexico, and it finds Destruction Unit in an appropriately desert-rockish mood. This album is from 2011, and sounds a little bit different to more recent Destruction Unit material. Limited edition reissue of just 100 copies, pressed to gold vinyl. On Volar Records.

LP £17.99 VOLAR13

Limited black vinyl repress LP on Volar Records. Edition of 100 copies.

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Sonoran by Destruction Unit
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8/10 Robin Staff review, 16 March 2017

Please exercise trepidation here. Knowing and loving the Destruction Unit of all things Sacred Bones in 2015 does not guarantee you will recognise anything about the Destruction Unit of Voldar Records in 2011. This repress rides high on everyone’s newfound love for the noise band who turn extreme loudness into a philosophy, but then offers a complete u-turn: on this record, they’re a slow, hypnotic and traditionally psychedelic band who treat the reverb with a lightness and the songs with a sturdy patience. Listening to ‘Sonoran’ after ‘Negative Feedback Resistor’ much like looking at comparing someone’s profile pictures in 2010 and 2017.

You can tell from “Desert Snow” that Destruction Unit were just keen to mould their psych rock record with this one. It predicates the whole wave of distortion and gnarly bass groove with a bit of clear-throated singing, but then forgets about it entirely and merely jams for miles and miles, stretching into the distance with no memory of the first step taken. Rather than their new, overwhelming sound, it instead sounds sauntering, the levels of repetition cooking their listener in the sun.

Now that we’re dehydrated we can move on to “Monsoon”, where the Unit show their knack for shifting gears, offering a motorik drum pattern from the wherewithal of garage rock. Once again it sets the pace and then meanders around it, the way the true psych lords do. They do this in different shapes and forms through the record, whether it’s a sludgier speed (“Red Sun”) or a barrel rolling dash (“Death Tunnel”). It keeps the record active and energised, even if you’re hearing the same riff played in an infinite loop. They’re ultimately a very different proposition from the Destruction Unit of the now, but this repress proves they could still pump your heart with a different kind of noise -- the kind Dead Meadow would be proud to call their child.


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