Picture yourself stumbling into a dimly-lit, smoky biker bar. Something full of psychedelic twang growls over the juke, dripping with death and helmed by the barely earthbound and reverb-slathered vocals of Alex Maas. You ask yourself, did I wake up in the sixties, tripping face? Am I in some parallel universe where Jefferson Airplane mated with the Velvet Underground to produce some simulacrum of both destined to lead me from one fractal-spun delirium to the next? No, it's the Black Angels, and they are here to rattle you from this mortal coil and show you where you'll be buried.
The Black Angels -- from Austin, Texas and named after the Velvet Underground's, "The Black Angel's Death Song" -- started their career in 2006 with "Passover," which offered a slick selection of psyched-out wheelhouse dirges that snaked their way across the country, pleasing crowds and finding inclusion in the Kevin Bacon film, "Death Sentence."
The band has since enjoyed critical attention while touring heavily, riding the success of their 2008 release, "Directions to See a Ghost," and "Phosphene Dream," from 2010. Their most recent effort, "Indigo Meadow," released earlier this year, appears to be no different, showcasing a bevy of sickle-and-scythe-held-high barnburners.
All photos by Louis Kwok.