“An eviscerating contemporary response to Ginsberg’s epic 1950s poem.   Powerful, provocative and all too relevant.”

John Constable 

“Howl Redux is a poem for our times. Of where we find ourselves. A ‘Paradise Lost’. 
To note just one of the classic literary references Alistair Fruish seamlessly interweaves with graphic truth-bombs to deliver a devastatingly clear commentary on the state of humanity.
Yet still, it holds an underlying essence of possibility for change. 
For me, this is all that art is meant to be.”

Moksha

‘Alistair Fruish is Howling from the rooftops of the drowned city. 70 years after Ginsberg’s starry dynamo in the machinery of night and nothing has changed, Moloch is still devouring its children. Howl Redux is a furious incantation, a hex, crying  with anguish. A battle-hymn for ruined cathedrals as the poisoned oceans rise.’

Jeff Young