D.C. sludge psych-rock trio Dead Meadow have been decamped in L.A. for some time, yet its resulting sixth album, the inexhaustible Warble Womb, is almost obdurate in its commitment to the formula the group has cultivated for 15 years: wailing, droning guitars, smothered by stalwart percussion, and draped in hazy, oozing vocals. A kind of […]
