L.A Witch live up to their name with a mysteriously moody sound that alternates between the psychedelic garage-rock clangor of “You Love Nothing” and the ethereal cooing of “Heart of Darkness.”
recent years and through the buzz echoes from various articles from various publications the world over, L.A. Witch have sustained themselves as an indelible specter to the Los Angeles indie circuits. The current line up of Ellie, Irita, and Sade are about to release their debut EP March 18 on Manimal, but first a listen to the dead soul shaking and amplifier earth-quaking bruiser, “Get Lost”.
The amazing thing about “Get Lost” is that it embodies practically everything that has made you love the rock and roll medium for however many decades you feel like counting. L.A. Witch drink from the gold goblet of rebellion, detaching themselves from many, to the close-fisted shouts of, “I don’t need nobody else.” The guitars create the sensation of anxiety felt around some of L.A.’s cuttiest corners, with lyrics ripped from the wildest apartment complex matches, and domestic disturbances. “Save me from my self, take me where you go, to get lost from myself, to get lost from my soul.” The “get lost from my soul” denouncement becomes the drifter’s creed, as guitars and percussion illustrate the air of every pool hall in town, and the jukebox machine glow of every dive and haunt in the entire L.A. area.
The Fat Angel Sings 