Since first bearing witness last year to Barn Owl’s desolate amp-quaking alchemy, we’ve been rabid fans/fanatics. But the current state of Evan Caminiti and Jon Porras’ collaborative duo is a distinctly altered beast compared to the folky fingerpickings of Bridge To The Clouds and their self-titled debut. From Our Mouths A Perpetual Light smokes with the sun-cracked grit of a Death Valley burial ground – wasted, waterless, scorched earth dust billowing in the distance. Heavy western drones bleed through forlorn desert guitar, downcast percussion plodding across the plains, a skull on its side in the sand. Eight expanses of grim cinematic electricity. Tune in, drop dead, rot on. In matte jackets with four-armed demon warrior-yogi artwork by the band.