Struck by dust, covered in lightning

I consider the tremulous warble of Black Mountain's Amber Webber in her second album as Lightning Dust...which is called Infinite Lights, out tomorrow on Jagjaguwar.

My review at Dusted begins..
Lightning Dust takes a slight veer toward the pop on this second outing from Black Mountain regulars Amber Webber and Josh Wells. Where their self-titled effort was all eerie tremulousness, sparse arrangements and bleak lyrical visions, Infinite Light lets in the sunshine. Here, Appalachian rawness gives way to bright 1970s piano chords and runs, rhythmic slashes of cello and violin. The pace is faster, the drums more insistent. There are even handclaps, faint but there, in opener “Antonia Jane.” Webber’s soft, decadent vibrato still carries emotional freight, but Infinite Light is less gothic, less cobwebbed and spooky than the debut.

There's more, naturally.

“I Knew”

“Never Seen”