“Part Can, part Hawkwind, part metal monsters and entirely formidable live, Acid Mothers Temple have in their two-decade existence recorded far more head-melting music than any sane person would know what to do with.
They may be playing the hits tonight. I have no idea. In a non-stop stream of thrilling noise, they segue from supercharged stomp-rock, through doomy choral chanting and frazzled go-go, to a thundering melee of atonal freakouts. Then on to a pulsating, echo-drenched disco-rock groove, which morphs into a motorik rhythm too rapid even for the autobahn, works itself into a squalling frenzy, breaks cover as a kind of galloping, syncopated, Underworld-with-rabies affair, and flows into a long, chiming trance number climaxing in a collective instrumental howl.
Here is the joy of seeing a really tasty chewy, even band, utterly committed to and in full mastery of their idiom, from two feet away, in a small, hot, crowded room with a low riser for an unbarricaded stage. Music seldom feels more alive than this. Kawabata and company don’t just look like wizards. By the end, I believe that’s what they are.” The Guardian