Bringing together the best of Kyuss, Can and Hawkwind and then placing them in a black hole. It’s the return of Dave W and White Hills, New York’s premiere purveyor(s) of ear-blistering space rock.

Their fifth album H-p1 sees W add musicians Ego Sensation (bass) and Bob Bellomo (drums) to the line-up, forming a formidable trio who can make thunderous and electrifying psychedelic heavy-rock without breaking a sweat.

‘Heavy’ is the operative word from the opening moments of the album. ‘The Condition of Nothing’ is so loud it could demolish buildings. It quickly becomes locked in a drone-laden groove, impudent squeaks of feedback showing no concern for the listener’s comfort while W's vocals growl just out of earshot, as if he were having a conversation in a neighbouring room. First impressions are to comment on the volume but after a few listens there’s a number of little secrets that might have been missed while you were looking for something to stop the bleeding from your ear canal.

Then there’s the almost beautiful ‘No Other Way’, a majestically staggering behemoth that builds slowly with bass and drums for a minute and a half before the guitars enter with a hypnotic riff. White Hills are in no great hurry, taking several minutes to develop their ideas to the fullest extent. This means that most of the songs on H-p1 become grave atmospheric epics that could provide a fitting soundtrack for a post-nuclear holocaust world.

The title track, at 17 minutes long, is the finest example. It begins with a ferocious faux-punk/glam-rock before subsiding into a long, looping bass-driven coda, White Hills manipulate distortion to sound like howls from other planets. This album makes genre labels like ‘space-rock’ seem like more than just a clever name.

If you can stomach an hour of the sheer density of the noise, maybe perhaps if you’ve lived inside a jet engine in the past, then you’ll doubtless be impressed with this album. For others it may be too much of an endurance test, but if that’s the case just listen to it one song at a time, lying motionless in a dark room in between times to recuperate.

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