Hailing from the vast sprawl of Los Angeles, MIND MELD became one in the early daze of 2015. Their melodic brand of heavy garage-psych is catchier and more fully-realized than 99.9% of their peers and their hooks will grab you like a paddle cactus quill and bury themselves deep under your skin, but there will be no pain.
Members of the unit have played with and/or are current members of other bands, but MIND MELD's sum is greater than it's parts. Something about the band's sound is so natural and organic that it immediately feels like something you've heard before, but you won't be able to place it because it's all original. Influences include, but aren't limited to the Gories, the Stooges, Hawkwind, Edgar Broughton Band (they slay a cover of "Why Can't Somebody Love Me") and a mix of modern Garage and Psychedelic Rock.
MIND MELD's poppier numbers still have a air of heaviness to them, while their heavy jams can hold their own with the densest of them. The rhythm section is rock solid. Always in the pocket, not too simple, but not overly complex. The guitar is tastefully ripping, grooving along with the drums and bass most of the time, but soaring to the outer limits at just the right moments. A perfect rock'n'roll recipe.
Their debut "You're Not Free" 7" flexi-disc, which was recorded at Permanent Records in Highland Park, sold out almost immediately and was referred to by Buzz Bands LA as "a buzzing flashback to the groovy ’60s, hooky and unfussy and out of your face in under 2 1/2 minutes."
They've only been playing live for a year and they've already opened for FIDLAR, Mikal Cronin, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Meatbodies, Zig Zags, and Feels. Opening slots are fine and dandy, but you can count on seeing Mind Meld at the top of the bill sooner than later.
Frankie and the Witch Fingers
West Coast screamers Frankie and the Witch Fingers trade on a tradition built up
from the very fabric of psychedelic soul. Shot through with the same melted juke
jitters that sent Doug Sahm, The 13 th Floor Elevators and The Pretty Things
scratching through the record needles of every child indebted to the vibrational
cathedral, the L.A. crew comes barreling into 2017 with their own brand of
heatstroke mojo. The band’s latest, Brain Telephone, is an acid bath for the soul
delivered in pulsating waves via fuzz guitar. It’s an electric jolt to the endocrine
system, shaking the last dregs of reluctance out of your system and inducing bouts
of dance euphoria.
The band, C. Dylan Sizemore (vocalist, guitarist, and songwriter), Glenn Brigman
(drums, organ), Alex Bulli (bass), and Josh Menashe (lead guitar and backing vocals),
has spent the past few years crawling around the heat-swamped corners of L.A.’s
sweatbox circuit, honing the gospel across 2013’s Sidewalk, 2015’s eponymous
album, and pumping straight motor oil through the veins of last year’s neon
meltdown, Heavy Roller. They took the circus on the road, pounding every last inch
of varnish from their weary husks from the heartland to the Bay. They’re
thrumming on a new vibration that’s found it’s way to them on a light beam ripped
into their deepest subconscious. They’re hooked up to the Brain Telephone that’s
opened through the switchboard in their soul and they’re dropping you the digits to
They’ve tapped into something primal and it’s beating quick and frothy in the veins,
combining the levitation-laced vibrations of Spacemen 3 with a scarred guitar growl
straight out of the Motor City’s storied rock lineage. Brain Telephone is bent through
the prism of shake n’ shimmy – a sweat-drenched dance party that’s equal parts
Northern Soul all-nighter, Monterey Pop implosion, and modern warehouse wall-
dripper all in one. That’s not to say they don’t know how to get tender, though. For
all their eight-piston pummel, they can bring it down to a spine-tingling simmer
when the time comes. At its heart, Brain Telephone is Frankie and The Witch Fingers
at their most visceral – primed, polished, and funneling the fragrant heat of rock
through your cranked speakers.
- Andy French
"Babylon must fall. Freedom rocking into oblivion through the darkest past times calling you to wave your freak flag and be what you wana be, man. If you're beautifully stoned you fall right into the Babylon family." - John Sinclair
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