Chicago macabre squad GATEKEEPER fulfil your 20jazzfunkgreats’ thirst for the nocturnal with another black morsel of thrills and kills. Their music embodies all that we like about 1980s cinematic suspense, paranoid hallucinations, a phantasmagoria of green lights and ectoplasmic mist seeping through multiple fracture lines on the thin walls of reality, you can of course see the long shadow of one true master John Carpenter projected over the icy electroid landscapes and obsessive synth melodies painted on damp concrete with sounds made of black leather, cursed silver and blood-splattered celluloid. A knock on your door, look through the peephole to face an empty corridor, unlock it to find a parcel wrapped in coarse brown paper laying at your feet, the chaotic diaries of a detective who disappeared while investigating a string of child abductions, scant evidence hinting at the existence of a dark conspiracy, listen to “Final Approach” and know that this is the music of the horror that awaits beyond should you decide to step into the dark alleys where the ghastly truth awaits.
Great streams of fiery white light, much like dragons from Heaven bought us into contact with Oneohtrix Point Never. We were instantly transfixed like rabbits in the headlights of the apocalypse once the stuttering repetitions pulsated from the dark planets in the shadowy star system that these knights of new age synth happenings reside in.
“A House In Rasinari” is all glittering harmonies, various beautifully synchronized sounds rising from spray from the waves of the sea on the Moon. It spirits through time and space with an ethereal air of arch knowingness – the world and all its people thinking the same thoughts, moving in the same collection of gestures, the sound bleeding into different streams of consciousness through osmosis, sliding cold across deserts and crevice-littered vistas, weaving through inverted snow-capped mountain ranges. It reaches an all encompassing existence until like a sun exploding supernova, it fades out in waves of undulating energy – all caught as a glint in the collective eye of Tangerine Dream.
OPN then capture the same feelings on ‘Soft Program (You Knew)’ that maybe Delia Gonzalez & Gavin Russom had when they gave cosmic birth to “Days Of Mars”; the slight feeling of creeping dread at the sight of wolves dashing slow motion through icicle forests, splashes of blood across the white walls of undiscovered caves, forks of phosphorous blue lightning striking glass structures in desolate wastelands, the sun setting upon fields of deceased Nephilim and foretold planetary alignments in future years of war.
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