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Concentrated blasts of interstellar noise with a tank load of psychedelic glam, White Hills are the truest space rock goliaths of our time. Founded in New York in 2005 by Ego Sensation and Dave W., their preposterously prolific output in the time since, with studio albums by now in double figures, has been one glorious trip to the outer reaches after another.

An entry point isn’t hard to find; each of White Hills’ blasts beyond the reaches of the known sonic universe is as glorious as the last, yet all seek their own unique corner to explore.  That said, their eardrum-frying collaboration with kindred cosmic eardrum-friers Gnod, Gnod Drop Out with White Hills, is as glorious a way to melt one’s mind imaginable.

White Hills’ music is not so much a sprawling and bloated psych-rock behemoth as a concentrated blast of otherworldly energy, the sonic equivalent of the Death Star’s super laser, beamed forth with a power that feels like it could destroy the very earth the audience stand on. Their shuddering, booming, blistering yet blissful intensity is something to behold; they are the worthiest of headliners for The Quietus’ stage.

Words: Patrick Clarke