“Spacerock has been left to the hippies for far too long, and we've come to take it back. Playing mind-altering spacerock is a serious business. And we mean business.”

Says Martin, Litmus', sonic manipulator. ‘Taking Drugs To Make Music To Take Drugs To’ has never seemed such an apparent or even essential phrase, when it comes to a band like Litmus. From the moment the first juddering chords of “Destroy The Mothership” roar through the speakers like an psychic storm you know Litmus really DO mean business. There’s no tie-dye wearing, patchouli-scented, stripey-trousered, dreadlocked hippy thing going down here. Litmus are renegade agents of bludgeoning space rock, charging down from the giant behemoth of ugly rock n’ roll gone warped and insane with too much Kool-Aid and bad acid. “Planetfall” bursts from the speakers as if erupting from a gigantic supernova, heavy space rock the likes of which all burned out cosmonauts have only been dreaming of in delirious acid-fried visions for decades. Obvious Hawkwind comparisons will no doubt be drawn by fledgling space cadets, yet to fully wet their third eye with the tears of sonic attack. And Litmus, it must be said do come from a similar head state as Hawkwind. But that’s where it all ends. These guys have more in common with Motorhead on acid, Sabbath on speed, and wild-eyed bikers ripping up the highway freaked out of their minds on Ketamine and Jack Daniels