Brightblack Morning Light

One of my favorite rock albums of 2006 doesn’t rock at all. It is Brightblack Morning Light’s self-titled disc, which is bathed in a Jacuzzi-warm amber glow and moves at the tempo and possesses the grace of underwater ballet. This back-to-nature outfit opens for Mojave 3 tonight at Neumo’s.

To whet your ears, check out Andy Beta’s feature on BML in this week’s Stranger and my Stranger Suggests blurb below:

Brightblack Morning Light

(MUSIC) These Cali via ‘bama hippies got soul (and weed) to burn. Brightblack Morning Light’s new eponymous album on Matador comes in a recyclable Digipak, and the disc itself contains what I call “that good ol’ ectoplasmic campfire music.” Imagine Dr. John’s voudoun-funk masterpiece Gris-Gris coagulating into Spiritualized’s blissful paeans to Jesus and junk, and dusted over with reverent, hushed male/female vocals. Rave down. (Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $15 adv, 21+.)