Wild Beasts – Hooting and Howling

Wild Beasts emit that delicate type of eccentricity that fits snugly between lyrical poetry and ingenious charm.  These Kendal reared lads create intelligent, light hearted imagery against a back drop of unique and eloquently crafted guitars and percussion. This etheral and finely tuned anthem is part of their ‘Two Dancers’ album, and reveals why these boys are well deserving of their recent Mercury Prize nomination.

For your general merriment, here are the lyrics of ‘Hooting and Howling’

“Carry me hooting and howling, to the river to wash off my hands of the hot
blood, the sweat and the sand.
Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers.
A crude art, a bovver boot ballet – equally elegant and ugly.
I was as thrilled as I was appalled, courting him in fisticuffing waltz.
Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a braying.
And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m paying.
We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots.                                                          

We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots.                                                 
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot.                                                                 
We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot…
Hooting, hooting and howling.”


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