The rock 'n' roll road can be a long and lonely one. And it leaves much time for the mind to wander, to fixate, and to obsess over the human body and all its wondrously dirty parts. Enter The Pink Mountaintops. Their debut record begins with "She caught my eye and I was on fire," and it ends with a repetitive begging plea, "Don't walk away!" from a reworking of Joy Division's "Atmosphere." In between these bookend statements, mountains are fucked, an ode to rock 'n' roll groupies is sung, and tales of loose panties and ex-models are exposed. The Pink Mountaintops is Stephen McBean, formerly of Jerk With A Bomb and now also exemplar member of Black Mountain. The debut record -- conceived at dawn, while high on a mix of trucker speed and Red Bull, sailing down a Colorado highway en route to Denver as the last decent Floyd record played on the cassette deck -- was written and recorded in a month with friends Amber Webber, Joshua Wells, and Christoph Hofmeister. The aforementioned country-drone stoned drug rock band Black Mountain lent limbs, lungs, and amplifiers to the festivities. Like a sexually frustrated Canned Heat seducing a hot and bothered Neu into a cheap one night stand.