The Black Crowes Aren’t Slowing Down: “Profane Prophecy” and the Raw Magic of A Pound of Feathers

There’s a specific kind of person who gravitates toward The Black Crowes. It’s usually the freaks, the firebrands, and the people who still believe rock ’n’ roll should feel a little dangerous.

After decades of bluesy, soul-drenched highs and very public lows, Chris and Rich Robinson are currently on a hot streak that feels less like a “reunion” and more like a total rebirth. Hot on the heels of their 2025 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame® nomination, they’ve just dropped “Profane Prophecy,” the first taste of their new record, A Pound of Feathers.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle

The most interesting thing about this new era? They recorded the entire album in just ten days.

In an industry where records are often polished until they’re soulless, the Crowes went the opposite direction. “Profane Prophecy” sounds like what it is: a band in a room, playing loud, and trusting their gut. It’s got that debonair-yet-dirty swagger that made Shake Your Money Maker and The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion essential listening. It’s hip-swinging, heavy, and unapologetically bluesy.

Still the Ultimate Outsiders

The Black Crowes have never been great at “falling in line.” Whether they were touring with Jimmy Page or headlining sold-out shows for a new generation of fans, they’ve stayed true to a specific sound—one that bridges the gap between classic soul and electrifying rock.

“Profane Prophecy” doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel; it just spins it faster. It’s a track for the mavericks who grew up on “Twice As Hard” and “Hard To Handle,” but it carries the weight and wisdom of two brothers who have finally found their rhythm again.

What to Expect from A Pound of Feathers

If the lead single is any indication, A Pound of Feathers is going to be urgent and unrepentant. It’s the sound of two spirits finally in harmony—recorded quickly, played loudly, and delivered with the kind of grit you only get from a band that has lived through it all.

The Crowes are back, and they’re sounding more like themselves than ever.