Did indie rock ever locate its mind after Black Francis lost his? Or did it just totally lose its shit in search of weirder, wilder sounds? Washington DCs Dead Meadow are somewhat au fait with the concept of getting out of ones head they may not have invented the concept of mashing sludgy metal riffs with the whacked transcendence of psychedelia, but they sure as hell ragged the pair of em mercilessly on a wild ride through texture, volume and some some of the most face-melting solos of the past fifteen years. TheLineOfBestFit theportlandarms.co.uk/mbbs2/calendar/event-view.asp?eventid=4700&year=2013&month=11
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 09:12:45 +0000