She’s seen the world Americanize, gentrify and divide like a broken heart during a decade of touring the globe with her band Howling Bells, now Juanita Stein returns with her first solo collection of songs about a pre-apocalyptic America.
This isn’t the America of goofy teen movies, Twinkies and Trump, no Mam. It’s that shattered dreamland Hunter S. Thompson went looking for… It’s somewhere beyond the pines of Twin Peaks at a crossroads where Badlands met Paris, Texas. A dustball in a once great land, reimagined whilst daydreaming as the towns and plains filtered through the grainy dirt that is the tour bus window during laps of the USA with Coldplay and The Killers.
These are songs from a dark-hearted country, where the lights of Nashville twinkle in the distance as the siren song leads you into the eternal night…