If You're Not Paying Attention, You're Part of the Problem: The Black Angels Get Real
The unapologetically lo-fi, imperfect recordings; the discordant, impassioned political balladry punctuated by frustrated calls-to-action; the telltale, metallic sojourns of psychedelic rock: at first play, Indigo Meadow, the latest from The Black Angels, sounds like it could've been ripped from a bin of vinyl discarded from the shelves of the '60s. 
Rife with desperate concern, anger and an un-ignorable need to do something about various blights on society brought on by the government, The Black Angels aren't simply a band that sounds like they're ripping themes and stylistic cues from bands that protested the Vietnam War and its aftermath in 4/4 time. They're taking advantage of these similarities and genre affiliations to prove that times may change and the war may have a different name, but these problems stay the same--and that a band should be singing about them all without a filter, be it 1973 or 2013.
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