![]() Other tracks, like seething, stately "Empire," wear the band's Velvet Underground influence more proudly, keeping the drums at a steady patter and letting the guitars scramble like rats up a well. The shamanistic lyrics here rise as a single mantra of "Kill, kill, kill, kill," and the filthy reverberating guitars are kept to an acidic simmer, all so that Passover's real focus - that is, Stephanie Bailey's insidious percussion - reaches a level of unconscious insistence that feels almost locomotive, tumbling over itself too fast to safely stop. The aforementioned song takes the record's central aesthetic idea and spirals it out of control. ![]() "Black Grease" says it all, blackly: Austin's Black Angels temper stoned Black Sabbath drone with Black Keys bluesy bombast, producing a sort of boozy psychedelic White Light/White Heat in the process.
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