The first experience I had with Black Mountain was all hot, bothered and involved too much cheap whiskey smuggled into a little spot in Brooklyn where they were performing. My crew of mostly girls arrived early and took over a little paint and graffiti covered room on the balcony overlooking the stage. A flask was passed around, everyone was all dolled up, it was exciting.
[Black Mountain. Photo by Ryan Walter Wagner]
Shortly after Black Mountain took the stage and started broadcasting their wizardry, one of my dearest friends was in tears. Soon there was all kinds of pouting followed by flashes of anger, and streaked eye liner. Before I knew it three girls were crying and casting spells against each other in the swirling lights while “Druganaut” played on. I don’t know exactly what long gestating conflict erupted there, because I promptly grabbed that flask, left the balcony and those dear friends to their ruin. Away from the drama I pressed my body into the mass that was gathered around the foot of the stage, right under Amber Webber who was opening her mouth and sending beautifully undulating sonic caresses around the room. In the end, everyone left happy, if slightly bewitched.
Check out Black Mountain’s video for “Old Fangs,” the first single from Black Mountain’s upcoming record Wilderness Heart due out September 14