Born from the asses of tattered and torn lives, the Feral Hounds chewed and snarled their way to the upper reaches of obscurity. With group vocals, twin guitars and a rhythm section joined at the hip, they deliver a slammin' live show. Three different writers bring a dynamic and broad range of styles and sensibilities to the songwriting. This volitile mix of personalities provides an entertaining cast of characters; loaded guns are not an uncommon sight at rehearsal. The Feral Hounds rock it like Family!
Baby why don'tcha? Rockin - I think you tube is still steaming from that video! Greetings from Jerusalem. That clip makes me feel a bit choked up for New York. Love your way friends. Peace out.
been missing that sweet sweet music - playing and hanging out with you guys! and a most happy birthday to that soul-meister, michael p. so glad yall are on myspace now!
hey, we'll be in the jersey hood in october so let's HOOK UP!!!
