Black Country, New Road, ‘For the First Time’

We’ve been following this band for a while. Every twist and turn, every new sonic bend… Brixton Windmill regulars, that legendary, beloved venue. Hard to describe, but even harder to stop listening to once you’ve taken the plunge. Like molten black treacle running off a spoon onto ice from a great height? You don’t really know what it’s going to do. I can’t describe it, you’ll just have to listen:

And then, you know, buy the record here, because you can’t stop listening to it now, either.