Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats: The Night Creeper

Head-nodding nirvana from deepest Cambridge.

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Mindful of mystery as a smart way to get some attention, Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats began their career by promoting themselves as faceless, witchy occultists with a fascination for schlock horror.

2012’s Blood Lust was a homage to all things Hammer, while the following year’s Mind Control was informed by the darker end of the 60s counterculture. Fourth album The Night Creeper is their most convincing statement yet, a buzzing set of doomy psych-rock songs with great hooks and punishing riffs.

Comparisons to Black Sabbath are inevitable, especially given the Iommi-like crunch of Waiting For Blood and the relentless Pusher Man. But for all their heaviosity and claustrophobic rhythms, Uncle Acid allow equal room for well-constructed melodies. The title track, for instance, is essentially a pop song smuggled in under a deep blanket of fuzz and distortion, then transformed into a sludgy epic with an ecstatic guitar solo.

There are traces of Electric Wizard and On The Beach-era Neil Young here too, not least on Slow Death, which evolves from a stoned reverie into a fearful jam of monster proportions.

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Rob Hughes

Freelance writer for Classic Rock since 2008, and sister title Prog since its inception in 2009. Regular contributor to Uncut magazine for over 20 years. Other clients include Word magazine, Record Collector, The Guardian, Sunday Times, The Telegraph and When Saturday Comes. Alongside Marc Riley, co-presenter of long-running A-Z Of David Bowie podcast. Also appears twice a week on Riley’s BBC6 radio show, rifling through old copies of the NME and Melody Maker in the Parallel Universe slot. Designed Aston Villa’s kit during a previous life as a sportswear designer. Geezer Butler told him he loved the all-black away strip.