Followers of Richard Fearless's output to date won't be surprised to learn his familiar touchstones are present and correct for a new project, Black Acid. Velvets, Suicide, Stooges and JAMC rub shoulders with trippy krautrock and sludgy two-chord garage; so far, so Death In Vegas.

The USP here though is that Fearless has stepped from behind the mixing desk and up to the mic to front the band you suspect is the logical culmination of his work to date: at long last, a living, breathing, all-live rock 'n' roll band.

Fearless is not a natural front man and as to whether he cuts it as a singer or lyricist - that's hard to say too as what appears to be an improbable, NYC-style snarl is largely buried beneath a thick haze of fuzzed-out guitars and the pounding, druggy insistence of the superb rhythm section.

Whether with Black Acid Fearless will finally produce a record to equal or better those that occupy his impeccable collection remains to be seen. But with a band as ferocious as this behind him, you can't fault him for having a go.