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Howlin Rain: Mansion Songs

Album Review

Album number six finds the Oakland band wonderfully out of step with the real world.

There’s a warm wind blowing through the cornfield. Longspurs carve the high air as they twirl above the endless plains, and somewhere a chair creaks on a wooden porch. But on the distant horizon the bruised sky is stained with strange colours – blue and black and silver and blood red. There’s an electrical storm coming. Everyone into the cellar...

This is the world Howlin Rain inhabit. Theirs is seemingly a homespun version of America where everything is a fraction out of step with the way it should be. It’s not so much American Gothic as American Weird.


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