Electric Avenue, Friday 3rd September, 6.00pm



Describe in a Tweet: Doomy, heavy space rock providing the soundtrack to your oblivion.



What Happened: Like a star-cruiser in flames, careering out of control into the heart of a dying sun, Black Mountain are here to soundtrack your descent into the underworld. Heavy guitar and bass, thundering drums, and spacey keyboards all come together, providing a deliciously heavy Hawkwind/King Crimson-esque sound. This is real mid-seventies prog rock, absolutely perfectly pitched, without any hint of irony. And it's absolutely fantastic, the kind of music you rarely hear these days. This is real double gatefold album stuff, and should be lapped up by anyone with a taste for the cosmic sounds of outer space.



Electric dreams: As the band jammed their sound into the farthest reaches of deep space, the dry ice machine went into overdrive, almost completely obscuring the band.



Ants at a picnic: The dreaded wah-wah pedal is wheeled out at the end, but it's all deployed in a tastefully appropriate manner.



EP Rating: 8/10