Black Rebel Motorcycle Club Howl (RCA) The men in black have got the blues. BRMC are back and they've ditched the leathers, jettisoned the swampy Goth-rock sound and found God. The Anglo-American three-piece's new offering is quite an imaginative leap from the dirty, deep, bassy noise they made their name with on their two previous outings. But it's none the worse for all that. Their 1960s influences are still worn proudly on their sleeves - it's just that, instead of the garage doom merchants like MC5 and The Stooges that marked their previous sound, Howl is full of Dylan-esque harmonicas and Byrds-ish melodies. It's an angular, twisted affair that takes some adjustment if you were expecting more of the driven, feverish pomp of the band's earlier material. In Gospel Song band leader Pete Hayes almost begs for forgiveness, presumably seeking deliverance from the mauling he received in the press over the excesses of the last CD, Take Them on, on Your Own. Maybe that or the less-than-glorious light in which he was bathed in the rockumentary Dig!, in which his part in the career of the awesome Brian Jonestown Massacre was condemned as negligible. The past two years haven't been kind to the band. They lost, then recovered, drummer Nick Jago, almost lost their record contract, almost split, and received horrific live reviews on their British tour with the newly rejuvenated BJM. This outing captures the essence of a band on the up again, enlivened with a new purpose and a new sound to match.