Dine Alone

If you’ve been missing the clean, refreshing taste of Canada’s psych-rock darlings Black Mountain, the time is now to rejoice. Destroyer has arrived just in time to quench your summertime blues and transport you to their silver mothership in the sky.  

Far from an abandonment of their 70s space rock roots, Destroyer pulls its sinister title from the 1985 Dodge speed demon of the same name.  

Peeling away from the post with the Sabbathy overture “Future Shade,” the expanded ensemble lays a fuzz-covered offering on the cybernetic altar of “Horns Arising.”   

Video game monitors tumble down the hillside like granite boulders and levitate in a field of static electricity on “Closer to the Edge” and the lackadaisical Beatles meltdown, “Pretty Little Lazies.”  

Hip-thrust hustle and string bending swagger rule the galaxy on the mercurial “High Rise” and “License to Drive,” while the leather-wrapped “Boogie Lover” oozes with nocturnal heaviness. Reboot and unwind with “FD 72” Black Mountain’s zero G tribute to the man who fell to Earth and then return to launch sequence and start all over again.