Travel Down Peyote Road

I hate throwing the term drone around because it tends to turn a lot of people off, but I've noticed there is something about
Pocahaunted which enthralls even people completely opposed to
avant-noise, etc. I've been following the cavernous
Angelino's for a while now, snagging their
Gold Miner's Daughter tape, as well as the phenomenal
Chains LP, but
Passage is really where its at. Maybe that's because it is the first time on record (I think) that the
Pocahaunted sisters have recorded with
Sun Araw axe-mastermind Cameron Stallone and LA weirdo scene maker
Bobb Bruno, whose appeared on other
Pocahaunted recordings, as well as records by Abe
Vigoda,
Mika Miko, Silver Dagger and countless other "Smell" acts. While
Chains is truly a force to be reckon with, the strength of the
Passage lies in its
subtlety. It creeps up from behind you, shrouding the room (or the park or wherever the hell you are) in an incredibly dense haze of melodic smog. Breathing in too much of this smog will surely choke one to death, however, if prepared (with swine-flu doctor's mask and a good pair of goggles) one can see the light
beeming through the smokey fog, making the
Passage the perfect modern representation of Plato's
Allegory of the Cave.
Pocahaunted- Dusk