The word 'yowl' is correct and usable in written English.
It is an onomatopoeic word which is used to refer to a loud, drawn-out cry or howl, usually made by an animal. For example, "The tomcat let out a long, piercing yowl."
Inspired as a teenager by Jim Morrison's stage theatrics and how he would antagonise the audience, He would shake, rattle and yowl at early Stooges shows, and even now always performs topless.
The yowl of the Yeti echoes from the newly completed Mount Everest.
Rock and roll seemed poorer without Rose's inhuman yowl — every time I heard two cats fighting, I got my hopes up — but richer, somehow, thanks to the never-ending saga of the album's nonexistence: Rose's perfectionism and possible psychosis, his equally crazy cornrows, the bottomless pit of musicians, producers, money.
The chords open up, Nash's voice expands from a yowl into a solid, open-throated sound, and the words take the song beyond the weeklong problems of the young to encompass the lifelong miseries of anyone who hangs on to a relationship long after it should have ended: "My fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go but I can't".
His voice moves from a gargling yowl to a dark, unbroken cry, and, like a teen-ager, he alternates between an image of himself as victim and hero, in the space of seconds.
Only then do we understand his gender-crunching brio — the rutting, ballsy yowl of the voice paired with that oddly feminine hip twist and shimmer of the shoes.
We say, "On your mark, get set, go," then we open wide our teeth and shout holler yowl shriek screech scream the loudest possible….
His singing gives off the Cockney yowl of someone who has listened to too much early Bowie, and his ivory-pale face is crowned by a stiff black mane with a white blaze in it.
That focus, like the double air-punch — or, indeed, like the screams of the fabulous fencer Ni Hong, who celebrated almost every hit with an uninhibited yowl, crouching down and going, "Yeaah!
I had just one thought: "Did all that sozzled 'interpretive dancing' in other people's kitchens mean nothing?" A Bush fan all my life, forgiving many a skintight leotard and tedious yowl-by-numbers track, this was too much.
"The Big Short" and "Spotlight" will, I think, in effect, split the social-naturalist vote and let "The Revenant" hold the Academy's entire chew-and-yowl wing and come out with Best Picture.
