The 4th full-length by Elysian Heights motorcycle whisperer Nick Koenigs aka Filthy Huns re-imagines the hero's journey as bastard's quest: doomed since day one, condemned to ride or die, forever revving against the long shadow of permanent midnight. Cursed At Birth is a return of sorts to the project's rusted roots, renegade reflections for cracked highways and black hills, wolves howling at cold crescent moons. Its mood fits the year: isolated and estranged, vistas of desolation and plague under darkening skies.
Recorded in the garage dust of his Echo Park machinist's shop, the album's six songs channel a headspace of fog-shrouded junkyards, grease-stained chug, ghostrider dub, and ominous engines fuming on the horizon. Music for mystic desert roads, nomads headed nowhere, ragged skull flags flapping in the final twilight.