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Mt. Mountain

With the arrival of Mt. Mountain’s fourth album we dive into another densely built world of vertiginous soundscapes. With a bedrock of propulsive rhythm, locked and launching them towards a blissful plateau, the band continues to stretch out further into psychedelic oblivion. Mt. Mountain’s sound has long lifted from jazz extensions and jam tributaries, and both come to a head on the ambitious Centre, with tracks winding towards the seven minute mark, connecting into a dissection of faith and spiritual drought. With a tendency towards more lysergic liquidity than they have in the past, the record gets lost in the incense swirl of its instrumental interplay. Albums like Dust were appropriately desolate, but with Centre the band works towards a more verdant territory, wrapping a newly doused guitar sound around the tangle of rhythm and yawning oceans of synth.

Even the vocals this time get a bit of steam in them, seeming to float in the cirrus above the record, swimming back towards the terra while fighting the heady haze. Feels like the band has been absorbing a good dose of Kikagaku Moyo’s House In The Tall Grass and Moon Duo’s softer side of Occult Architecture. They’re siphoning the same damp vibes of both records while exploring the bounds of their own eclectic float. The band hasn’t sounded this free for quite some time, and the looser sound does them well. If, perhaps, you’ve stopped by the band’s corner of the progressive prairie before and have been left wanting, come back for another wander. This one gets its hooks into you.



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Mt. Mountain – “Peregrination”

“Peregrination“ is latest cut from the new LP on the way from Aussies Mt. Mountain. The song expands the band’s blend of powerful, heady post-rock into an icy, slinking psych-jazz odyssey. With shivers of flute raining down on the opening, the piece opens into damp guitars and washes of organ that flutter above the tumult laid down by the rhythm section. The band has long been a jewel in the Aussie psych scene, but this is pushing them out front and feeling like it shares a lot of heaspace with the works going on halfway around the world at El Paraiso in Copenhagan. The new LP, Centre is out February 26th from Fuzz Club. While the video for “Peregrination” is certainly no frills, it shows the band clearly in their element pushing sound through the barriers of bliss with enviable prowess.



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Mt. Mountain

The good folks at Cardinal Fuzz and Little Cloud are sneaking a few more releases in here at the end of the year before 2018 collapses to a close. In the spirit of good things coming to those who wait, Perth’s Mt. Mountain offer up another drone-psych crusher with their third LP, Golden Rise. While their debut LP, Cosmos Terros was solid, the band truly came into their own on last year’s Dust, a record that paired their sparse menace with some impressive track lengths to great effect. While they don’t embrace the sidelong crusher as readily this time around, they bring the same sense of lysergic lilt and barren isolation, amping up the desert psych desperation and diving once more into the tectonic build of patient sonic destruction.

The patience is, perhaps, what sets Mt Mountain apart. They’re equipped with the tools to level a levee or two with gargantuan guitar fury, but they wisely let their unease simmer here instead. Many can light the wick and let the fuzz do all the work, but Mt. Mountain are working well with the texture of anticipation. On the previous effort that patience took place over the course of the titanic title track, but here the band are content to let the interplay between the ten tracks ebb, flow, and ease the listener into a meditative smolder.

On tracks, “Acceleration” and “Open Door” the band glows with an internal heat, steaming from every pore like a distance runner knelt down in the snow. They never let the heat hatch, though, keeping it coddled close to the heart and perennially pulsing. While the record never truly blossoms into the kind of maelstrom that listeners might be expecting, Golden Rise is far from boring. In fact, as that title might suggest, the record mirrors the slow euphoric slip into amber daylight that comes after a long night awake. Like fellow psych travelers Wooden Shjips have this year, they embrace the chaotic antidote and let the mellower side rule the day. I, for one, could use a good melt now and again.



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