Houndmouth are from Indiana, USA, and you would have to be deaf or at least not pay the slightest bit of attention to their debut album From the Hills below the City not to notice it. Houndmouth trade in bluesy, Americana-inspired ditties about love, travelling and drinking which leads to an album of pretty bog-standard, alt-country fare.
The album begins with the jaunty On The Road which is an accessible and catchy plod through. The Beatles are perhaps the only non-American influence which can be gleaned from their sound, with harmonised vocal lines working perfectly together. The tones of a Hammond organ in the background add to the Americana vibes.
Sadly, this laid back track is about as raucous as it gets. What follows is not an unspeakably bad album per se, but it is incredibly dull. Houndmouth are stuck in one gear, with a great deal of their songs being of a similar tempo, structure and texture. Long As You're At Home is a slow burning bluesy number as is Come On Illinois and Houston Train. Penitentiary adds an incredibly tasteful guitar solo to the formula and Ludlow takes it away again, replacing it with some Bob Dylan style vocal drawling. Hey Rose comes across like a second rate Drive-By Truckers impression. The last three songs on the album seem to almost fade into background noise. You have heard it all before.
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