Old Growth
Despite a few twists, this is mostly what Dead Meadow have given us for a decade: nodded-out midtempo chugs of stoner rock.
After the cloudy-headed bong blast of 2005's Feathers, Dead Meadow comes through relatively clear (though not quite as loud) on Old Growth. The overpowering contact buzz of the L.A. psych-rockers' previous work has subsided, resulting in highs that are more pleasant than pulverizing this time around. At times, Dead…
John Skibeat lazes on a Sunday afternoon with Dead Meadow, getting back to nature and that isolated Indiana farmhouse in which Old Growth was recorded. Sounds like a perfect invitation...
Dead Meadow opened with the static crumbling of an earthquake. Radios exploding, speakers falling from their mantles, and our ears being assaulted