Born howling at the moon in the twilight hours of a hot August night, Boris Hauf, Steve Heather and Martin Siewert circled each other to form a pack of Half Wolves.
Roaming their way down to the cave of 'classic country rock drone', Half Wolf build and rebuild soakin' deep, slow grooves. Kneading through seemingly endless pulsating drones and reaching far into the howling bosom of cordial sound. One wonders how they dare.
Walk down the long and humid road of Half Wolf's steaminess. Kick back and scent the sweat of long-distance travel that is Half Wolf.
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