Indigo meadow

"In 10-second intervals-- the first few bars of a fuzz-drenched guitar riff, the opening thuds of a tribal drum beat, the first line dripping from a stoned vocal-- the Black Angels can sound like the coolest band on the planet. If only there didn't have to be an endless series of identical 10-second intervals after that ... Indigo Meadow can mean whatever you wish. (The dreary "Evil Things" must be about the federal budget sequester.) Sorry, but that doesn't pass the smell test. Indigo Meadow isn't a window into the modern world; it's an escape from it. Bullshit is fine if you can sell it, but the Black Angels have finally laid it on too thick".

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"The Black Angels genskaber 60'er-bands lyd og idéer til punkt og prikke på en meget stilren og smagfuld måde, men i længden bliver det anonymt og intetsigende. Det er tydeligt, at bandet kan skrive hooks (bedst bevist på "Don't Play with Guns"), men med den anonyme midtersektion bliver det for langt og for uinspireret i længden. På trods af at de redder livet på falderebet i form af det fabelagtige slutnummer "Black Isn't Black", er pladen hverken spændende, udfordrende eller vovet nok til at retfærdiggøre dens spilletid på 46 minutter".

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