The thunderous gods converge  once more on the black mountain peak where their three acolytes have summoned them.  Sheltering from the elements inside their robes, their top buttons fastened against the cold, the fraternity begin their ritualised attack the bare stone of the peak with a rhythmic frenzy, creating a pit of sound and fury.

Deep now within the pit — the wind finding an acoustically pleasing home — the three hooded figure begin constructing their anti-Euclidean temple.  Beautiful pillars shaped from the distorted lines of millennia of sediment.  And then they sing, which was unexpected given the chanting is usually obscured by their clamorous labour.  And lo, it was good.

A reassuringly pounding entry into 2011, Cold Pumas return is furnished with the same speeding metronomic abandon that made last year’s Jela so beloved among its cultists.  Reverb drenched guitar peaks now find themselves mixed with half recognised post-punk riffs but, more significantly, the vocals that were once subservient to the thunderous machine of guitar and drums now glide up through the mix and, in a glorious twist, end the track in a ghostly Galaxy 500 reverie.  Stunning.  And this is the B-side!

Cold Pumas – Dawn Lobby

Dawn Lobby is taken from Cold Pumas upcoming 7″ on Volar records.