���Finally got this monstrous slab of psychedelic dronecrush back in stock. It's one of the earlier live albums from British narco-psych heavies Bong, featuring massive live renditions of tracks off of their self-titled debut and their Beyond Ancient Space album, "Onward To Perdondaris" and "Wizards Of Krull". The recording was taken from their performance at the 2010 Roadburn Festival, where they unleashed their floor-rattling drone rituals and sprawling sludge jams on what sounds like a small but very enthusiastic gang of amplifier-drone junkies.

���If you already have those albums, you know what to expect: epic, bleary-eyed drone-jams that stretch out for a half hour or more, the music imbued with a strong Indian classical influence, the first track birthed from a murky haze of pulsating bass and soporific sitar and deranged slow-motion blues licks, a thick fog of druggy delirium and endless delay that sprawls out across the whole first half of the disc. A deep dramatic male voice enters in over all of the stoned noodling and low-end rumble, reciting a brief bit of mumbo jumbo seemingly read out of an ancient issue of Weird Tales right before the whole band drops into the massive intoxicated groove that proceeds to dominate the rest of the song. And from there, the first half of their set spreads out into an ever-expanding ocean of drugged-out psychdrone and meandering sitar shimmer, a vast mind-melting dronescape of rumbling bass and slow-motion drumming that continues to struggle to accelerate against that inescapable opiate fog. Creepy liturgical chanting drifts in out of the shadows, for a brief moment resembling some weird cross between Jocelyn Pook's "Masked Ball" and Electric Wizard's utterly wasted and pitch-black Sabbathian crawl. That flows right into "Wizards" on a wave of black cosmic sludge, stretching out the original into an even more spacious and sinister sprawl of sitar-flecked improvised doom that eventually gives way to a monstrous motorik groove, a colossal krautrock-like propulsion that is considerably more driving than the original album version, and is in fact probably the most "rocking" thing I've ever heard from Bong.

��� Like everything else that these guys do, this stuff will bore the pants off of more ADD-afflicted listeners, but if you've got a thing for the slowest, heaviest strains of zonked-out black psychedelia, Bong are undoubtedly one of the best, dragging the most droning forms of Hawkwindian cosmic sludge down into a dim, dank abyss of Sunn-like death ragas and blood-cult ceremonies. And like most of the other Roadburn live albums that I've picked up, it's dressed up in a striking digipack package that features artwork and graphic design from Mories of Gnaw Their Tongues / Cloak Of Altering / Aderlating / Mors Sonat infamy.