The Black Angels

The Black Angels have always resembled the stoners whom other stoners fear, and maybe that's the truth. Their riffs sound like heavy metal being played through an impenetrable waterfall of boiling toxic waste, but on their new Phosphene Dream, the Angels have honed what was previously unrelenting sludginess into jagged...

By Pat O'Brien

November 30, 2010

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The Black Angels have always resembled the stoners whom other stoners fear, and maybe that's the truth. Their riffs sound like heavy metal being played through an impenetrable waterfall of boiling toxic waste, but on their new Phosphene Dream, the Angels have honed what was previously unrelenting sludginess into jagged points. Listening to it is the sonic equivalent of being smacked across the face with a broken whiskey bottle. Simply put, it's a more listenable (if still staggeringly harsh) entry into the psych-rock pantheon than most. There are forays into near-White Stripes-like garage rock at turns, and the overall sound is a bit cleaner (read: You can pick out the individual instruments fairly easily), but don't be fooled. The crushing, foreboding darkness and general malcontentedness omnipresent in the Black Angels' work is still at the forefront.

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