From his striking semitic looks and Jesus beard to his long curly hair backlit with a celestial glow, one can't help but feel there's something of the messiah about Silver Mount Zion's reluctant frontman Efrim Menuck, despite his protestations to the contrary.

Sunday is a day for churchly activities, he said.
That's why we're here, we said.
For me, watching SMZ has always been something of a quasi-religious experience, emerging from each gig with a rare sense of spiritual satisfaction. And so it would seem for others, as a hushed, almost awed crowd (a rare thing in Manchester) played host to the visiting Canadian five-piece on Sunday night. The band seem to play as much for themselves and to each other as for the crowd, at some gigs facing each other rather than the audience, like a post-rock drum circle.
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One of the limitations of their epic soundscape style is that despite their extensive back catalogue, there's only time for a few songs, as they run to ten minutes or more each. The new numbers from their current release
Kollaps Tradixionales were well received, but the crowd pleasers of the night were always going to be the stirring and provocative
God Bless Our Dead Marines and
One Million Died To Make This Sound.
Fortunately the band is tolerant of tapers (no not
tapirs, I mean bootleggers), so if anyone would like to hear the gig for themselves, you can download a free mp3 copy here:
part 1,
part 2.