Wolfmother @ King Tut's

Returning to Glasgow after a whistle-stop tour of the U.K. last September, the wizards of Oz have managed to distil the fundamental elements of the riff, stomping and swaggering with a monolithic selection of tunes that aren't anything but balls-to-the-wall rock 'n' roll. Conjuring slabs of sound that most obviously nod to Sabbath and Zeppelin, the threesome are saved from pastiche by the sheer variety of checkpoints they acknowledge. The foul-breath sneer of Queens of the Stone Age, the squawk of Jack White and the hairstyles of Huggy Bear conspire to create cosmic chaos; the bastardised church-organ breakdowns and accelerated tempo changes of Colossal, Woman and current MTV2 favourite Dimension whip Tut's into a bouncing, beer-flying frenzy with those in the thick of it being best advised to keep their tongues behind their teeth. The whims of the great magnet have helped Wolfmother craft mind-bending mini-epics, touched with but untainted by the excesses of prog. [Kiran Acharya]