Above: Promotional image of the band The Black Angels.
“The group tore the roof off and let its razor-blade leads and wailing organ-synth rain down. Leader Alex Maas barked with a ferociousness that sunk into the skin. The music slunk through the crowd like an iridescent snake wrapping itself around each and every fan in the crowd, rattling its tail and hissing a slew of bittersweet, psychedelic nothings. In the process, The Black Angels transported all of us back to the ’60s, for just a little while.”