With Bl’ast, vocalist Clifford Dinsmore may have scoffed at the idea that anything existed outside the realm of skateboards and hardcore. Many of those groups did, set against maturing their opinions or widening their appreciation past “loud,” “fast,” or “angry.” Thusly, that resistance met Greg Ginn on the other side of his bong as every weed-infused breath he pulled got him closer and closer to John McLaughlin and Jerry Garcia, and farther from perpetuating Black Flag’s legacy of violence and aggression by making Damaged over and over again. To me, you don't get more punk rock than The Process of Weeding Out, but I’m a sucker for evolution and thwarting the trap of kicking out the same jams for decades to fans that refuse to expand their vision is commendable.

Dusted Angel is Dinsmore’s latest outing, and it plays like math, jazz and head expanded paraphernalia in a post-Black Flag, post-90s, post-Kyuss, post-Helmet musicscape. If you heard their 2009 EP, The Thorn, Dusted Angel’s follow-up, Earth Sick Mind, is a better-produced version. The EP’s title track introduces the LP, sounding cleaner, tighter, fuller and better honed. Earth Sick Mind finds Dusted Angel a little more in tune with their mission statement, even when their ambition outdoes their skill set.

Going back to Ginn, to some extent his fingers couldn’t always provide him the successful sounds he likely meant to achieve. As legendary as Black Flag is, and as consecrated as their discography remains, Ginn didn’t always get it right when he was in the process of breaking through and his then newfound hero worship of 70s jazz fusion and late 60s Woodstock probably set his sights beyond his limitations. Listening to a song like “Tards On Shards,” the band wisely pulls from Queens of the Stone Age’s first album and Helmet’s Meantime, (among others I’m sure), but they lack the Josh Homme/Page Hamilton fluidity needed to pull changes like these together. Based upon this song alone, I consider Earth Sick Mind a trial run, sort of an “almost there” that forecasts better albums.

Despite this, “no bullshit” output like “Seeking The Dawn” and the Kyuss inspired riffs in “Dogwhistle” were refreshing to say the least. The Mastodon-ian “Scottstober” crammed some wonderful moments into a little over 7 minutes and “Pulverizer” trudges well that Melvins’ path of murk-induced resistance.

I realize that the comparables may scream louder than the actual music, but Dusted Angel unify their musical loves with the title track, ending the album with a culmination of what seems to be a starting point for whatever comes next.