The sexiest music, dark and brooding, the Howling Bells hail from Sydney, Austrailia but are based in the UK. During the gigs I was reminded of P.J. Harvey, Nick Cave's murder ballads, and the poetry of Browning and other gothic writers. But Howling Bells rise above all comparisons, at least any I could make. Juanita's rich, textured voice sings tales of broken hearts, dark nights and low low low happenings. The bands chemistry on stage is like static electricity and each night the crowds rippled with magnetism towards the stage. Apart from excellent songs, heady melodies with driving distorted guitars the band are four of the nicest people that a support band is likely to have to pleasure to meet on any gig circuit. And their dancing ain't half bad either!
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