Woven Bones is a horrible delight
Within the ’60s “monster craze” there was also a rash of supernatural and otherworldly themes on the obscuro end of rock and roll. Songs like "Night of the Phantom" by Larry & the Blue Notes, "Sky Men" by Geoff Goddard and "Morgus the Magnificent" by Morgus & The Three Ghouls are a few examples of the era's haunted, if not silly, creations. America's demented genius Screamin' Jay Hawkins and his British follower the Screaming Lord Sutch were taking horror music to a more frightening place with songs like "Whistlin' Past the Graveyard" and "'Till the Following Night," respectively. Even more examples exist within the priceless 56-song compilation The Roots of the Cramps, released by Garage Masters Records last year, and in the ’60s trash rock series Back From the Grave, released by Crypt Records beginning in the ’80s.
In a similar tradition follows Austin horror garage trio Woven Bones. The band, which took shape in 2008, has a heavy, lo-fi approach to music with scary motifs. Guttural wailing from singer Andrew “Andy Bones” Burr falls over delectably distorted guitars and simple, driving drum beats like a boozed-up harlot seducing the devil. The feel is part freakbeat, part stripped-down shoegaze and depraved in the best way possible. Touring in support of its album In and Out and Back Again and the "I've Gotta Get" 7-inch released earlier this month (and also in anticipation of a new album forthcoming in 2011), Woven Bones stops to bone around in Albuquerque on Tuesday night. It’s a chance for ghosties and ghoulies to congregate, and—for those who don’t already know—see how much fun evil can be.