On their debut album, Dying Stars, Seattle band Evening Bell pours a razor sharp blend of classical training and unadulterated passion into eight psychedelic-country tunes. It’s the kind of album you might expect to come from Ennio Morricone and David Bowie watching Twin Peaks together. A collision of cosmic country and spaced-out psychotropic melodies. Cinematic lyricism meets Seattle barroom honky-tonk.