Entwined with psychedelic swirls and mesmerising vocals, Cloud Control’s sophomore effort, ‘Dream Cave’ succeeds in creating a number of moods throughout the 11 track album. Oozing with hallucinogenic synths and ghostly vocals, the mind can’t help but be transported to a remote location filled with extreme ecstasy.
'Scream Rave', the opening track, is such a brilliant way to get the album started. Brimming with warped, trippy chanting, it soon drops into an intense ripple of euphoria with the distorted guitar which kicks off the heavy, slow beat to add to the intensity. After 1 minute and 49 seconds the track melts into ‘Dojo Rising’, which sets a more mellow tone with somewhat solemn vocals from Alister Wright which prove to be impossibly infectious.
The more upbeat sections of the album are undeniably great. ‘Moonrabbit’ is full of sunshine and incredibly psych vocals, combined with a 60’s inspired, killer of a chorus that involves classic ‘babadaaaah’s’. ‘Scar’, the debut single from the album, still stands out with the melancholy lyrics and the incredible kick of a chorus that reeks of passion and power. The harmonies are goose bump worthy, with such a ghostly tone that leaves a clean cut.
The more complex, lo-fi tracks like ‘Tombstone’ and ‘Dream Cave’ create a strong sense of isolation and are entwined with enchanting, intense melodies that create a slightly edgy disturbance in one’s ears. Of course this is a brilliant thing. I can’t remember the last time I found an album quite so moving and intense. ‘Tombstone’ blossoms into a dreamy, psychedelic haze filled with echoey vocals and wondering guitar melodies that are unpredictable, as well as showing the listener just quite how powerful silence can be as the ghostly, almost lonesome harmonies send the listener into a black hole filled with scary and amazing things.
This album is phenomenal. Cloud Control have certainly reached new levels from their previous album as they have overloaded the psychedelic influence to create an 11 track LP that has left me quite speechless. Moving stuff.
Words: Cerys Kenneally