It’s not post-rock and it’s not prog, nor is it overtly avant-garde or experimental, but the music of Angels Die Hard incorporates elements of all of these and weaves them into some mystical and at times hypnotic instrumental journeys.
Stomping jazz rock with a dash of Latin flare rub against sizzling bongo beats and funky little noodles, not to mention crackling riffage that takes flight, blasting off from the scorched desert and into outer space.
I suspect the press release that focuses on the band’s mutual interest in exotic birds and how they came together by virtue of a chance meeting at the Moroccan Zoo in Rabat is less a fiction than a group hallucination judging by the weirdy world-spanning ingredients that combine to make ‘Angles Die Hard’ (and the fact all three had played in previous acts together). Regardless, it’s an album that possesses transportative qualities that make it entirely possible to enjoy a strange and exotic trip without leaving your chair.
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