“The Black Angels bring the aura of mid-1966–the drilling guitars of early Velvet Underground shows, the raga inflections of late-show Fillmore jams, the acid-prayer stomp of Austin avatars the 13th Floor Elevators–everywhere they go, including the levitations on their second album, Directions To See A Ghost. Mid-Eighties echoes of Spacemen 3 and the Jesus and Mary Chain also roll through the scoured-guitar sustain and Alex Maas’ rocker-monk incantations. But he knows what time it is. ’You say the Beatles stopped the war,” Maas sings in ‘Never/Ever.’ ‘They might’ve helped to find a cure/But it’s still not over.’ Even so, this medicine works wonders.” – David Fricke, Rolling Stone

When last we met The Black Angels, they were staring into the desert sun somewhere outside of Austin, Texas. Two years later, night has fallen and the spirits have come out. It’s time for The Black Angels to provide Directions To See A Ghost.

If you’re familiar with Passover, the band’s 2006 debut, you’ll know that The Black Angels’ music alone is enough to invoke spirits. There’s a name for the band’s sound: “hypno-drone ‘n’ roll.” It’s the sound of long nights on peyote, dreams of a new world order, and half-invented memories of the seamy side of 60s psychedelia.

The Black Angels formed in Austin, Texas, in 2004, comprised of six people (now five) from very different backgrounds. Singer/vocalist Christian Bland is the son of a Presbyterian Pastor and was raised in a devoutly religious household. Bassist/guitarist Nate Ryan was born on a cult compound, and drummer Stephanie Bailey claims she’s a descendent of Davy Crocket. She and Alex Maas (vocals/guitar) both believe a little girl in a red linen dress haunts the group’s home.

“Civil War battlefields are prime spots for seeing ghosts,” says Bland. “One time at Kennesaw mountain in Georgia, I was climbing the mountain in the middle of June and it must have been close to 100 degrees, but in this one particular spot it was very cold. The hairs on my neck stood up and I knew something strange was happening. Then the wind whispered something like ‘retreat,’ and I did. I later learned that the spot where I was on the battlefield was known as ‘the dead angle,’ the place where the fiercest fighting took place. The confederates ended up retreating from the mountain towards Peachtree Creek.”

– The Black Angels’ classic sophomore album.
– Pressed at RTI.
– Triple LP housed in a Stoughton tri-fold gatefold jacket.
– Special color edition pressed on Metallic Silver Wax