Dead Meadow - Feathers mp3 download

Dianalmeena

Transcends the "stoner rock" genre. Dreamy, heavy, lush, creepy, darkly romantic, and totally immersive. The kind of album that forms a complete world. The production and musicianship are excellent, as well. Bound to be a classic. Had it on CD for a long time and finally found the 2xLP in the wild. Fuck yeah.

Anarasida

I agree 100% with u guys feathers is one of the most underated LPs of the 2000s

INvait

Don't you love it when you kind your favorite hard-to-find records?This is probably the best thing Dead Meadow have done hands down. While they've had occasional moments of brilliance since then, this is by far their most cohesive album and probably one of the best albums any psych or shoegaze fan could possibly own. I know it's not shoegaze "sensu stricto" but the aural landscape is close enough...

Zuser

I've been listening to this album since it came out. Three Kings is a great live album and perhaps their best with this one. The songwriting, performance and recording all stand out on "Heaven", "Get Up on Down" & "At Her Open Door"; pretty much every track. There is nothing I would change about "Feathers".

VizoRRR

I saw these guys right around when this album came out. They opened for BJM (Brian Jonestown Massacre) at the Mercury Lounge in NYC. We accidentally got our pictures taken by a tourist wanting to photograph his girl out front of Katz's Deli. It felt strange. I had seen Dead Meadow at Bar in New Haven before this night and remembered them blowing the power at the venue. I mean the place went completely black - it was sublime. After spotting Anton Newcombe shaving his spotty beard in his beat up Winnebago parked out front of Mercury and seeing his face post-shave I turned to my friend and said " he looks pissed " - I knew then it was gonna be a night to remember. The Dead Meadow set had me having flashbacks to my previous life when I was at that Spirit show watching Randy California. Their set had me in awe. The muddy bass vibrated chest muscles and I felt giddy. As the night went on so did the beers (and the flask I thoughtfully brought) the dark metallic cloud dissipated into mist with BJM's disjointed, high-school battle-of-the-bands egotistical set. It didn't matter, though, having been so drunk on the Dead Meadow set (and Vodka); nothing was gonna bring me off the mercury cloud. After the DM set Jason Simon walked through the crowd and as I pushed past my girlfriend to shake his hand I tried in vain to think of something 'cool' to say but all that came out was "great set Randy California". Ah that was a night to remember.