Not that you'd know it - what with this only being their second album - but Black Mountain main-man Stephen McBean has been around a long time. Then again, the tell-tale signs are all here: after all, you don't get to be this good at writing riffs overnight. And make no mistake, these are some of the best you'll hear all year - be they colossal, pedal-to-the-metal behemoths ('Stormy High') or delicate, exquisitely-crafted gems that lodge themselves in your brain and remain there for several days ('Wucan').
Every descriptive term used by previous reviewers - swirling, psychedelic, folky - is entirely apt, as are the references to the musical greats of the past. For those with a more modern taste, however... well, comparisons are little scarce. Not because Black Mountain sound old-fashioned, because they don't - and in fact, there is a distinct vivacity to these songs that makes a large proportion of the current crop of mainstream favourites sound extremely tired and dated. It's just that there isn't really anyone doing anything similar. That said, you may hear elements of My Morning Jacket, Queens of the Stone Age and the criminally underrated Oneida, so if they're among the artists on your current playlist, or you're one of the few listeners out there that doesn't get bored of a song after three minutes, this might just be your new favourite band.