"band gets 'out there' in concert..."
The Lords of Howling live mostly in Questa, New Mexico, where they play music 20 hours a day and write songs the other 4. At present there are probably 10 different cassettes* of their music available by mail from them. Some of this band are an offshoot of the legendary San Francisco band, the Whitefronts.

Anne Costanza-- bass, vocals

David Costanza-- guitar, horns, fiddle, vocals

Chris Culhane-- guitar, vocals

Peter Halter-- drums

Bill Brooks-- mandolin

Jamie Smith-- mandolin, clarinet, banjo

Dave Clark-- keyboards

Geronimo Firebrain-- fiddle

*here's some recordings:

LOH CD "BaltimorePearlCrescentWhiteAdmiralSisterMeadowPaintedGodWillVisitYou"


LOH 01 Aloha Bro

LOH 02 Whoa

LOH 03 Dozin'

LOH 04 Seeing the Elephant

LOH 05 How You See Light

LOH 06 Long Dry Spell

LOH 07 God & A Liars Magic Ate Us

LOH 08 God on Down

LOH 09 Jacob Swerves Delight

LOH 10 As If To Drink

$7 per cassette, $11 CD, checks to : Costanza



HC 81 box 629

Questa, NM.


(505) 586-1429

Discobolus is also the home of the first Granfaloon Bus CD, "A Love Restrained", also available at $11.

Dave and Anne Costanza have a new CD called "the Art of Flying" also available, $11.

Jamie Smith has a new CD under the name Danghead called "Nounsville" available from Dangheadquarters at 711 Grant Place, Boulder CO 80302 for some money....

David and Bill also do wood floors.

review by Jimmy Possession -- Head of Music at Cambridge (UK) University Radio

22 June 1997


Lords of Howling / Baltimore Pearl Crescent White Admiral Sister Meadow Painted God Will Visit You (Discobolus)

The packaging is incredible: squares cut from two LPs are sewn into a jacket, Lords of howling is branded on the front along with a couple of squiggly designs, notes from an elementary Spanish tutorial are pasted on the inside and the disc is wrapped in greaseproof paper, duck down and hemp. The whole bundle is secured with about half-a-mile of wire held in place by a dog-tag. Jesus, I'd buy the disc just for that. Having summoned up the courage to open the thing, it's a small step to stick the CD on and become immersed in the broken-down fragmentary country-folk songs. The music is heartfelt and sorrowful, born from improvisation and minimal rehearsal, a sparse mix of violin, cello, guitar and drums. Each song is a maudlin prelude to a lifetime of stories, leaving so much unsaid and unresolved, conjuring up images of one-shack towns in the deep Mid-West. Damn. I had the same problem with their last release, there's so much that needs to be said, but no words do it justice, it's just fucking beautiful.

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