Not since the 60's has there been such a psychedelic, acid rock sound
concocted from a band. The Black Angels are trying to right that
wrong with their modern twist on groove-heavy, fuzz-tastic, echo-laden
reverberations that beckon the memory of Jefferson Airplane and
Strawberry Alarm Clock, among others. I saw them on Letterman a while
back and knew they were a band I had to learn more about. So, I asked
for their latest album, Phosphene Dream, for Christmas. I know I'm
dating myself but screw downloading, I still enjoy physical, touchable
ownership of my music. To hell with iPods, there not that cool. Wow,
guess I am kind of an old crotchety prick. Speaking of Hell, that was
the section of the Masquerade in which the band performed. Saw a show
up in Heaven once and still have yet to see one in Purgatory. The two
opening bands were just not that great, so I won't mention their
names. Mainly because I never really caught them... TBA made up for
it with a trippy, yet subtle light show and crisp rockin', which they
had to fine tune with the sound guys in the back a few times. Only
having the third CD, I assume they covered the other two with various
songs throughout the night which left me with a desire for purchasing.
I just can't get over their sound, which probably will sadly never
really be as popular as the mainstream crap out there today, but maybe
that's their charm...
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