For the most part, I find myself going back in time musically rather than forward. The logic being that I am more likely going to discover gold in something that is still around after 30 years as opposed to filtering through ten new artists that Pitchfork says I must listen to. Besides, how can I trust Pitchfork, a site that gives Caustic Resin's The Medicine is All Gone a 5.5 (out of 10) and constantly refers to Brett Netson as, Brett "Metson?" Bah.We pass a lot of music around the office, and knowing that I'm a sucker for some Caustic Resin-inspired guitar, (okay, fine, read: "Sabbath-inspired") Collias recently passed me the new Dead Meadow album, Feathers. For anyone who's into psychedelic, layered, guitar rock, you won't be disappointed. There are plenty of overdriven guitar riffs and delay-saturated notes to make you want to bust out the "novelty tobacco pipe" that you keep in the drawer of your night stand (yeah, we know about that). Having listened to earlier Dead Meadow releases, I estimate Feathers is more palatable to some people. Don't get me wrong, I love me some lo-fi as much as the next guy, but where some of the previous releases were more grainy and less refined, Feathers seems more thought out and less spontaneous. And, the production is clean. Where some bands have failed (horribly) in making the transition from a lower- to a higher-quality recording, Dead Meadow has managed to pull it off without sounding too commercial and without compromising the integrity of their sound. I give it 8 tokes out of 10.