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MojoMay 20, 2013Indigo Meadow is their first to perfectly balance melody with noise. [Jun 2013, p.94]
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Q MagazineMay 13, 2013This fourth album finally hits the spot. [Jun 2013, p.93]
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Apr 10, 2013Indigo Meadow is an assured, exciting piece of work.
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Apr 2, 2013The album is a disjointed trip but a trip nonetheless, and few can take listeners on a wandering journey better than The Black Angels.
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Apr 5, 2013The Black Angels don’t meander or mince words, and Indigo Meadow is a testament to that ideology.
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Apr 1, 2013The Angels are masters at sounding simultaneously cool as a block of ice and hot as hellfire, but the cunning pop melodies are the real key to this album's success.
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UncutApr 1, 2013The themes are invariably dark but there's always a groove. [May 2013, p.67]
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Apr 4, 2013Produced by John Congleton, the album bridges the quartet's trademark dark reverberations with the fun-house psych of 2010 breakthrough Phosphene Dream, only with more studio effects than all four sides of The Beatles and an emphasis on the Doors' Soft Parade-era organ.
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Apr 4, 2013The sonic template, all the same, keeps this album less intense, and far less thundering. It shimmers in a light rain interspersed with sunshine. Still, haziness persists.
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Apr 2, 2013Unfortunately, Indigo Meadow is a so-so affair that never quite fulfills expectations.
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Apr 1, 2013For the most part the Angels charitably continue to breath life into a ragged genre with a looseness and playfulness that belies their serious business name.
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Under The RadarApr 1, 2013Despite coming across as borderline pastiche, Indigo Meadow's reproduction of throwback sounds comes from a genuine place. [Mar-Apr 2013, p.90]
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Apr 5, 2013Will Maas be forever obsessed with the good–evil dichotomy? The answer’s in their moniker--and their monitors.
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Apr 15, 2013It's a pleasant-enough swirl; more so whenever vintage organs pipe in. But it never expands your mind.
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Apr 2, 2013It’s a not a crime for a revivalist outfit like the Black Angels to occasionally lapse into flower-power corniness; if delivered with a little self-awareness, it adds to the appeal of the anachronistic package. What’s not forgivable on Indigo Meadow is the pretension.