Because people have been talking, y’know …
About the fact no one knows exactly where he came from. That not even he knows the dance the stars were twinkling when he drifted in.
About how on dusky eves when the moon casts a chill upon his brow, folks round here tend to mutter: “ain’t that a bona fide beast trapped inside the bones of a human man!”
It’s all the voice, y’see – that animal inside.
2019’s Winds and Home brings us Bar Dog at his most ‘howlingest’: a melancholy-tinged tour de force full of baritone balladry, lush instrumentals, and lyrics rawer than a desert wind.
Peppered with horns, Hammond and Rhodes, the latest 12-track album is the perfect yearn: one third whiskey drizzled revelry, one third finger picked redemption, one third Cohen-esque reverie, with a dash of countrified soul.
And though this man might be fuelled by animal DNA, damn if he ain’t the consummate storyteller –Winds and Home establishes Bar Dog as a leading voice amongst the cadre of songwriters currently rising out of Berlin’s underground music scene like a big, bad, stupefied, cinder-winged, phoenix.
The beast in three piece tweed is chuffed you stopped by.
Hear Winds and Home.
Go see him in the flesh.