DAMON MOON AND THE WHISPERING DRIFTERS From the moment Lungs, Dirt & Dreams began drifting through the speakers in all its magnificent Southwestern menace, I was gloriously, deliriously smitten. Some Peyote-crazed shaman had cobbled together desert-baked bits of everything awesome about the West – Castanets’ ghost-town foreboding, Willie’s red-headed outlaw tales, Black Heart Procession doom marches, epic Bill Elm guitar showdowns, early-Calexico sound collages. Damon Moon, it turns out, hails from Georgia, but my guess is that a good portion of the Whispering Drifters’ six national tours have rolled through America’s outback, and Mr. Moon has been taking diligent notes. With Jon Bell and Alex Kastanas. $5. Snug Harbor.
This article appears in Apr 10-16, 2012.
