Louise Gold

With Louise Gold it always seems to come down to keeping on the move constantly.

Like a shark, circling the oceans of various musical styles , she takes a good chunk out of everything that swims her way,
mixing effortlessly Ennio Morricone, Americana, whining wurlitzers and surf guitars into her luminous pop songs.

Recorded with producer Guy Sternberg after her band’s first appearance ever at this year’s SXSW, the songs on the upcoming album „Terra Caprice“ urge forward, no matter what.

Be it on horse with the cowboys in the wastelands of a Plattenbau Western or running with wolves; be it floating smoothly underwater as an amphibian superhero or navigating the mined territories of human relationships - Louise Gold’s songwriting stays in motion. As does her sublime voice - ranging from elegantly high pitched in a Kate Bush -kind of way to the raw gnarl of Polly Jean Harvey.

An adequate setting to enjoy the musical spheres of Louise Gold would be to rob a bank with Gena Rowlands, throw the booty in the back of a ´81 Delaurean and „Terra Caprice“ in the audio system and hit the road in a car chase from Tucson to LA.