Everything’s a dirge to Control Point. Dreamer’s Disease finds Philadelphian Lindsay Gambone in
slow-motion darkwave mode, each track a lurching funeral procession over
synthesizers and drum machines. Proceeding at a crawl, Gambone clearly feels an
existential weight bearing down on her, like gravity’s kicked up a notch – or
exponentially. Her deep, chanting vocals take on a goth sheen, the ritualism
invoked in each excruciating moment a demented prayer of deliverance to
whatever monster deity lives out in those woods. I honestly don’t want to get
too close to it, that’s for dang sure! Regardless, the Control Point MO spreads
across this EP’s six tracks, never wavering from the seeming goal of rendering
everything in sight and in life nothing more than a sacrifice to some midnight
whim. God help us all.
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