Nick Cave meets Clint Eastwood in the dust-blown mountain range of a song from the London four-piece Grass House. The morbid vocals sing a solemn song, like being at Johnny Cash’s funeral, and the shuttering percussion creates a ghostly effect that would make Stagger Lee shit himself. The repeated outro of ‘And now for the wild!’ seems to hold an unknown potency, like walking into a room full of radiation and not figuring it out until it’s too late, 1970’s B-Grade Horror Movie style. Brilliant song.