Acid Mothers Temple @ Mono

After disappointing support from Pixies impersonators Trout, Acid Mothers Temple announce themselves with a devastating roar which rapidly resolves into a heavy, repetitious riff. Distorted guitars, spacey electronic sounds, pulsating bass and rapid, imaginative drumming: Acid Mothers take the psychedelic template and extend it beyond reason and into terror. Despite studied foundations - this is music firmly routed in a specific tradition, from Pink Floyd through Krautrock to prog excess - their sheer volume and attack makes AMT's performance a visceral assault. Few bands could take a single melody and extend it over an hour and still sound vital: even the cerebral Glasgow audience taps its feet and strokes its chin in time to the pounding beat. Songs merge into one another; a woman bows across the monitors for benediction; a guitar is played from a light on the ceiling. Mono's calm explodes into joyous mayhem before the four shamans leave the stage. [Gareth K Vile]