Cosby Stage, Sunday 5th September, 6.15pm



Describe in a tweet: Sludgy blues on an expressway to hell



What happened: The Archie Bronson outfit seem like such nice chaps. Between songs they sound amiable, cracking a (terrible) joke, and thanking the crowd for coming to see them. So far, so good.



Then they start playing, and things take on a very different hue. Huge guitars drone and pulsate, sounding absolutely immense in their stature, whilst strange noises shift in and out of the mix. Very much in the mold of a band like Dead Meadow, these are songs to soundtrack your road movie into oblivion. This rock is evil, and it takes no prisoners.



As the set progresses, things really start cooking, and the band throw in some mesmerising drone funk, hypnotic repetitions drawing us further and further into their own heart of darkness. It's largely completely unintelligible, but it hardly seems to matter, as by the end we're prisoners of the band, sinking deeper into the abyss.



Electric Dreams: Bathed in red light, with monstrous drone-rock guitar cascading out of control, the band look like prophets of the apocalypse.



Ants at my picnic: The band's attempts at communication with the audience fall uncomfortably flat. They should really just let the music do the talking.



EP Rating: 8/10