After a two-year hiatus, experimental Brooklyn duo Wardens (MaryEllen DeVaux & Shawnté Salabert) are back in the saddle, cranking out raw, hypnotic, dream-charged indie rock almost three thousand miles away, fueled by the hyper dichotomy of their new home in sun-soaked, smog-choked Los Angeles.

Scrapping their earlier work, Wardens have so far spent the better part of 2009 in a psychedelic haze of what they’ve dubbed "soulgaze"—an atmospheric mash-up of sonic synth, tribal toms, raw punk rock spirit, and spooky dance beats, tinted by an ear for pop melody and a taste for the experimental.

Every track was recorded entirely in DeVaux’s living room, and every sound you hear—guitar, percussion, bass, synth, keys, xylophone, handclaps—was performed, recorded, and mixed solely by the two lady Wardens.

In this incarnation, Wardens are the bastard nieces of Luscious Jackson and Mazzy Star thrust into an earspace where The Kills get jazzercized, Sleater-Kinney goes grrl group, and Animal Collective freaks out on funk.

Bitchin.