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“Howlin’ Houndog’s got a voice so gruff he sounds like he ate Tom Waits, smoked Mojo Nixon and gargled with razor blades. ”
“Howlin' Houndog yowls like a lye brazed hound with his paw caught in a porch crack and is all about manic sweaty, heaving (and ultimately loving) interpretations of epic songs.”
“This rockin’, stompin’ bluesman from Seattle gets down and dirty with his blues. Songs about trains, whiskey and regret are plentiful on this record. This ain’t the watered-down blues Eric Clapton’s been peddling; this also ain’t just a copy of the original stuff, although it pays plenty of homage to the old boys like Lead Belly and Robert Johnson. What’s so great about this record is that Houndog has interpreted the blues for himself; not for an audience, but just for his personal joy. Tons of different musicians show up to make their mark on this record as well; Chris Morda’s slide guitar work is essential to the sound of these Seattle blues. The vocals are a little hard to get through—Houndog seems to think his character and personality will more than make up for what his throat lacks in melody—but for the most part he does just that. Hey, after all, everyone can sing the blues.”
"Howlin is a Personality Disorder. He has become his own thing and I have to keep him behind closed doors until I get on stage, otherwise he could take over and that would be bad"-Erik 4-A on Howlin' Houndog- To the discerning ear, the performance persona of Howlin' Houndog can be hear meagerly clawing his way to the surface for a peek behind Erik's speaking voice. He is in the background, at the ed of words as they tail off into deep scratches.
“Howlin' Houndog sounds like Chess Records, BUT Live and on the stage right in front of you!”
“Howlin' Houndog & The Infamous Loosers Erik starts off his own CD of Howlin' Houndog & The Infamous Loosers (yes, loosers) with an outtake. Grunting and howlin' for a minute. Most people put this sort of stuff at the end, but here it's a perfect beginning, leading into the actual Dylan song Tell Me Mamma. Howlin's roots are up front: In addition to his own compositions, the CD has two covers of Captain Beefheart songs, one from a science fiction movie and reworks several blues classics. Benson Arizona is from the college movie project Dark Star and this isn't the first cover, but I appreciate it. Psycho refers to the same shooting incident that Kinky Friedman recounts in The Ballad of Charles Whitman. He tries to write a letter to his former girlfriend, and while Worm Quartet comes up with a Great Idea For A Song, Howlin' laments I Couldn't spell @#%&!* Send this one to Dr. Demento! A solid collection of blues that takes the music seriously but almost nothing else. Recommended.”