I first read Heath Lowrance’s The Bastard Hand in 2011, when it was first published by New Pulp Press. Here’s what I said then:
“The Bastard Hand by Heath Lowrance grabs you by the lapels and drags you on a wild, wild bar crawl that leaves you battered and bruised at the gates of hell. Like Jim Thomspon jamming with Robert Johnson and Nick Cave on the eve of the apocalypse.”
Re-reading it last month, I would say I liked it even more than the first time. Highly recommended.