Album Review: Black Angels, 'Indigo Meadow'
Psych-rockers score in songs with fourth full-length
The Black Angels will please – nay, impress – their fans with new collection “Indigo Meadow
,” and I’ll venture a guess that they’ll gain a new following on the strength of some individual rock songs. “Don’t Play With Guns” was the first song to arrive online for a reason: the hook is fun enough, even with the cultural sub-plot there, and still has the droning, penchant psych grrrr
. “War on Holiday” is up, up, up with splashes of tambourine and low grumbling that would have Julian Casablancas taking notes. “I Hear Colors (Chromaesthesia)” sounds exactly what you’d think a song titled “I Hear Colors” would sound like, then it warps into head-heavy “Twisted Light,” where Stephanie Bailey’s drum melodies lines are just as interesting as the coughing organ freak-outs and Alex Maas’ bookish sing-chanting.
Every chorus seems cherished, every solo contemplated, ever iso moment daintily dotted: and thus every song on “Indigo Meadow” seems indispensible. How 13 tracks feels a bit too long is a gluttony-of-riches problem. Highlights like “Guns,” Doors-ian “Love Me Forever,” the title track, “The Day” and quiet fire closer “Black Isn’t Black,” makes it worth staying a little longer.