Not much can be remembered except that everything was tie-dye – the sky, the sand, the cacti. Doomstar!’s dreamscape steams, warping everything into neon reverberations, but there lingers an uneasy sense that those pleasing highlighter-pink harmonies might be describing a nightmare.
In “Rainbow Bloodsucker,” sacks of heavily pigmented guitar burst onto the scene, dripping then kaleidoscoping into jewel-tone fractals. Through canyons the jagged strums echo, picking up a dizzying pace as the dreamer runs from cymbals nipping his feet. Sandstorms cover everything in a grainy sonority, exfoliating his eyes into bloody pulp. He runs blindly, chasing the source of a distant vocal. Then snatched by gravity’s relentless grip, he falls into a crack in the clay, ending the song with nothing but a whistling plummet.
The dreamer sees a cool oasis ahead in “Helicopter Pilot,” another dream set in the reoccurring desert hell. A bass guitar and drum pound a fast pulse as he anticipates arrival at a haven of drooping fruits, squishy like water balloons. Almost at the dew pond’s edge, he croons with excitement colored by delirium. But distorted guitar lines waver in and out of tune, revealing it all as a diabolic mirage.
Before you wake up, drift into Doomstar!’s heat on Thursday, July 29th at TT the Bear’s.