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Things are going well for Black Moth. Performing to a full and willing crowd, new guitarist Frederica Gialanze provides a steady mix of doomy riffs and psychedelic wig-outs while frontwoman harriet Bevan leads the band with a controlled swagger. Then, four songs in, drummer Dom Mccready “explodes” his snare drum, leading the band to call a sharp halt. It’s a setback they struggle to recover from. The second half of the set lacks definition, with the nuances lost to muddy sound. That said, it’s difficult for a band to be boring when fronted by someone as charismatic as harriet, and then there’s the gleeful double-axe noodling, the synchronised headbanging and the fan-favourite Looner made all the more special by the author of the poem which inspired it being here tonight. Anyone can have a bad night; not everyone can battle through it with the crowd still onside. That Black Moth manage it with breezy aplomb is further proof as to why they’re a firm underground favourite.