Blackout

Black Time hails from London, England. They are skinny, black-clad boys and girls with bad attitudes and a desire to make intrusive, obnoxious rock'n'roll music. Immediately heralded by hipsters in the know as the latest, greatest rock'n'roll band that matters, their debut LP quickly sold out, becoming fodder for collector scum the world over.

This is the heavy vampire sound. The sound of the undead stumbling through the twilight, feeding off broken, youthful dreams, unable to stop their endless march or neutered howling. Black Time stands between us and the things which soothe but do not heal - the magnet-pull of American rock'n'roll records, cheap tobacco, tea, beer, movies and radio - the things George warned us about.