L.A. WITCH: SELF-TITLED
With a name like L.A. Witch, you already have a pretty good idea of the music you’re about to hear: something black, something sexy, a soundtrack to the forbidden. With their self-titled debut, this badass L.A. trio uses reverb-soaked guitars, narcoticized vocals, and delightfully seedy subject matter to cast their spell over nine heady tracks mixing 60s garage, trippy psych, and Sabbath-style sludge. On songs like “Brian” and “You Love Nothing,” Sade Sanchez’s hypnotic voice floats in on a cloud of pink smoke, while Irita Pai’s bass seems to be coming to you from underwater. Everything feels dreamily lethargic, with the fuzzy heat-shimmer edges that come with L.A.’s summer swelter—or from some good drugs. This does create the precarious sensation that all the songs are blurring together, but the extra twang added to Sanchez’s guitar on “Untitled” and the driving, get-up-and-go of “Feel Alright” cut through the washes of sound and echo with just a moment of clarity. The album opener, “Kill My Baby Tonight,” is worth the price of admission. Sanchez’s disconnected vocals warn you that when she sings, “I’m gonna hurt my baby tonight,” and you better believe her. This track is the best at conjuring up images of L.A.’s underbelly, especially the sleazy counterculture that lives on inside dive bars and on the backs of motorcycles—the Manson Family, the Hell’s Angels, and the Valley Of The Dolls are all lurking inside that reverb. So if you’re driving around town and want to make running errands feel a lot cooler, pop on “Good Guys” or “Baby In Blue Jeans.” L.A. Witch will do the trick.
L.A. WITCH’S SELF-TITLED ALBUM IS OUT FRI., SEPT. 8, ON SUICIDE SQUEEZE.