Passover (Light In The Attic)
Rock / Pop
These are fighting times, people. We are surrounded by grit, spit, and bloody war, but in the distance moving forward is The Black Angels. Theyve returned unscathed from their first tour of duty with Seattle-based Light In The Attic Records, still armed with their self-proclaimed "Native American Drone 'N' Roll" and set to release their debut long player. Passover speaks of real-life horrors, death, and destruction with doses of love, sex, and healing. Dont lose track, these are caring times as well. Formed in 2004 and hailing from the mescaline-infused outskirts of Austin, Texas, this gang of musical misfits has been on the road non-stop since their birth, performing at such renowned venues as Sin-e, Middle East, and Spaceland. In early 2006, the bands self-titled debut EP was dubbed highly recommended in Spin Magazine while receiving heavy radio airplay on such influential stations as KEXP and BBC Radio 1 by Zane Lowe. As of Jan 2006, the EP stands tall at #28 on the CMJ 200, a rare feat for a four-song introductory EP. This year will see live-action on all fronts including SXSW, North America, U.K., Europe, and Australia. Growing in spades since their EP, Passover showcases a band on the make. Spiraling upwards to the skies with the enemy straight on their trail, "The Sniper At The Gates Of Heaven" sees The Black Angels reaching high and stretching out with trance-inducing guitar lines from Christian Bland, Nate Ryans filthy medical dumpster bass, and the grizzly preacher vox of lead shaman Alex Maas. "Black Grease" is a bluesy monster full of swagger propelled by the primitive beat of drummer Stephanie Bailey and the mourning drone of organist Jennifer Raines. 10-songs deep, Passover has come again. Reflecting and questioning the intergenerational psychosis of American social life that surrounds us, The Black Angels put forth their answers in song. Its a "Call To Arms" for those ready to join the good fight, a rock 'n' roll salvation during the times we need it the most. As Maas bellows on "Young Man Dead," "Fire for the hills, pick up speed, and lets go..."