A heady, sludge-rocking slab of prime Holy Mountain psychedelia from the fabulously monikered Lords Of Falconry, whose bird of prey-related band name may or may not be some kind of nod to Hawkwind - to whom these guys clearly owe a debt. With tracks like 'Doomsday Legislation' and the Acid Mothers Temple-esque 'Scottish Chords' you can expect thick, fudgey, mind-altering slabs of stoner riffage and fuzzy space-rock of the finest vintage, while some suitably wild soloing slices through the hammering, krautrock-inspired locked rhythms of 'St Aberdeen' and the superb, stomping closing track, 'Creeping, The Ether'.