Album Review: Angie - Free Agent

Free Agent stands somewhat removed from the darkness that permeated Angie's 2013 release, Turning, yet is just as beguiling.

Opening with the sparse Breathing In Blue, it doesn't take long before she takes us around the various backwaters of distorted lo-fi rock — the chugging churn of Crocodile Tears and the heady garage ramble of Down For The Count. A warped interlude ensues with A Man Asleep, before the punk drive returns on Out Of Age. Paris Face gives a bluesy caterwaul, before Ricky Street grinds forth, bleeding into another bare closer in The Bell Rings True. Sublime.