Psychedelic rockers The Black Angels, scaled down to a four-piece, drop most of the trippy intervals for more of a standard rock album with 2013's Indigo Meadow.
While still sounding like the tripped out love child of Jefferson Airplane, The Doors and Barrett-era Floyd, the group have lightened up quite a bit. They don't sound as dreadfully paranoid as before, which I actually liked quite a bit more than this. It's still as fuzzy, hypnotizing and loud as before but it misses the mark that made the first 3 albums so great. As a modern rock album it's still pretty decent compared to most of the crap shovelled at us, as an Angels album it falls a bit short.
3 kids with guns out of 5
Songs Of Note: Holland; War On Holiday
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