"Enter Christian Bland, singer-screamer for this Austin, Texas, combo, with a nasally, searing whine that grabs the reins of the Black Angels' crushed-velvet pounding and whips it into a fury. More menacing than most of their contemporaries...the Angels keep the sonics raw, the recording bare, and the sentiments never secretly hippie-dippy. Aside from the bassist's being born on a cult compound, their mad cred derives from cortex-cutting fuzz riffs and some of the most desperate gutter hallucinogens since early Spacemen 3." -Eric Davidson, Village Voice