Whoever throws bluesrock-soaked riffs around, then stretches them to a lustfully painful length, whoever calls his fourth album, on which all this happens - among many others - "IV", is either intoxicated (could fit) or masochistic (doesn't fit). After all, he wants to be compared to Led Zep and/or Black Sabbath. And who can stand the comparison! Black Mountain can do it. Even loose.
