Wild Beast is an album of original songs by Hope Littwin launched September 1st, 2017. 

“I wrote a set of songs. Dialogues between myself and the animal inside that rears it’s ugly head when someone I love betrays me; when someone I lust after refuses me; when I am alone with myself and, trembling, left to confront my beast nature; unruly, destructive and ravenous. The feminine beast has an ancestral wound of injustice woven in to it’s sinews that incites an ancient rage. It howls, it scratches, it is cruelly and methodically ignored, prematurely pacified, fearfully abandoned. I sat with this beast for two years and let it speak. I watched it take over my body and mind in fits of dark nights of the soul, unquenchable desires and all consuming fits of rage. I couldn’t find a way out so I made a way through, not in spite of but in solidarity with my inner beast. No answers here, just presence, inquiry and steadfast solidarity.”
— Hope Littwin

Hope Littwin, vocals | guitar | piano
Jon Nadel, bass
Blake Jiracek, drums
Hana Fugisaki, piano
Bryant Smith, trombone
Jen Gardner, oboe
Mallory Linehan, violin
Jeremy Seeman, cello

Mixed and mastered by Hope and Robert Littwin
Recorded by Dylan Oakley and Victoria Salazar at Tribeca Flashpoint
Produced by Hope Littwin
A&R: MBM
Album cover artwork by Aemi Kato-Cuarezma

All songs written and arranged by Hope Littwin
©Hope Littwin 2017, all right reserved.

Experimental songwriter/composer/singer, Hope Littwin, layers Acoustic Folk, Classical Art Music, Jazz and electronics to create a new, raw, electro-acoustic chamber pop. Artist Statement: "I wrote a set of songs, dialogues between myself and the animal inside that rears its ugly head when someone I love betrays me. When someone I lust after refuses me. When I am alone with myself and, trembling, left to confront my beast nature. Unruly, destructive and ravenous.  The feminine beast has an ancestral wound of injustice woven into it’s sinews that incites an ancient rage. It howls, it scratches, it is cruelly and methodically ignored, prematurely pacified, fearfully abandoned. I sat with this beast for two years and let it speak. I watched it take over my body and mind in fits of dark nights of the soul, unquenchable desires and all consuming fits of rage. I couldn’t find a way out so I made a way through, not in spite of, but in solidarity with my inner beast.  No answers here, just presence, inquiry and steadfast solidarity." -Hope Littwin

 
“Wild Beast is cold, withdrawn wickedness ... you’re so yourself that you’re beside yourself, consumed ... blood thirsty, neurotic, maximalist, visceral, disemboweling.”
— Marcus Broderick
“The soul of a man may pass into the life of a beast, or from the beast return.”
— Plato, Phaedrus