Destruction Unit
Void (Jolly Dream) These Arizona practitioners of high-desert noise-punk take drought resistance to a new level. As a SXSW set on the Beerland porch demonstrated, Destruction Unit’s feedback-inflamed warble thrives in scorching daylight. Void may not capture the sweat-spurting transcendence of the band’s live shows, but it allows listeners to step inside the dark psychedelic arts at the heart of their sonic attack. “Evil Man” thunders down back roads at ramming speed as atmospheric tracers undermine reality in the distance. The esoteric “Druglore” drones and pulsates like a chorus of hallucinogenic night creatures. (Fri., Red 7, 11:25pm)
This article appears in May 31 • 2013.
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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.
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