​Somewhere down our dark and booze-addled alley lies the sound of Passengers. Rising from the pieces of mod-punks Teenage Kicks, comes copious amounts of grimy leather-scented organ-infused Krautrock.
This is the kind of music that the Brian Jonestown Massacre was making in the mid-'90s before Anton Newcombe turned into a right-wing gun nut. It also hearkens to the sound of the first couple of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club albums, and the collected works of Alex Maas' Black Angels, albeit with l
