It's hard to imagine any well of inspiration that was more meaningful to these guys than the Velvet Underground song after which they're named. Please note that I specifically said "song," because The Black Angels dig deep into "Black Angel's Death Song," that tour de force of swaying and explosive sonic decadence. Adding to that inspirational stock, they stir in some garage-rock spice, some red-meat riffage and a big dash of druggy insanity to emerge with a sonic soup that's as exotic as it is satisfyingly familiar. There are moments (like on the stunning "Manipulation," which has as much Radiohead in it as it does Roky Erickson and Spacemen 3) that this four-song EP completely explodes its boundaries, leaving no doubt that when given a full album on which to explore their demented personality, The Black Angels will either deliver a disc of extraordinary consequence or turn into Brian Jonestown Massacre and be continually in search of the holiest tone.
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