Frankly, it’s a delightful, demented journey into pure psych chaos. Essential listening.
The mixture of mournfulness, savagery, lo-fi spirit and noise should appeal to psych fans and college rockers, metalheads and hardcore punks alike.
This all-or-nothing approach makes Deep Trip an exhilarating listen that's just as capable of amping listeners up with its vital punk energy as it is freaking them out with its surging undercurrent of mind-altering sludge
If space-rock as a whole is a role-playing game, one in which its players imagine having front-row seats for the heat-death of the universe, then Deep Trip is the one of most advanced vehicles yet designed to take them there.
Brutal, detached, unsettling, it’s all bracing jolts as the vehicle careens through the barren soundscape, from its desert origins as dry, hostile, and primal.
Deep Trip, Destruction Unit’s second effort, is a druggy mindfuck of a record, one that staggers a wayward line between heat stroke and altered consciousness. It’s loud, colorful, weird, and, as the title asserts, trippy.
A psychedelic (and deep) sonic trip through the outskirts of sound and texture, all fueled by huge ammounts of punk rebellion and noise-rock paranoia.
1 | The World on Drugs 4:54 | |
2 | Slow Death Sounds 2:45 | |
3 | Bumpy Road 6:17 | |
4 | God Trip 2:02 | |
5 | Final Flight 5:22 | |
6 | The Holy Ghost 3:57 | |
7 | Control the Light 2:06 | |
8 | Night Loner 7:30 | |
9 | The Church of Jesus Christ 3:10 |