While I was lucky enough to be in San Francisco last year I was walking around some of the main drags around Union Square with mum, we stumbled across this almighty two piece, appropriately named Ferocious Few.
And Ferocious they were, for a street band selling their demo on the side of the street and asking for donations they rocked. They played off an electric acoustic and a standard drum kit, that was all they needed.
But what did they sound like? Well a bit of country, with a dash of rock, a hint of punk and a pinch of angst there they were a shinning light in the San Fran Indie Scene. I could not tell you their names or the titles of their tracks other than the numbers dedicated to them, but what I can tell you is that the songs are very well constructed, with strong rhythm and beat. For a duo (similar to The Mess Hall) they had a good relationship and worked the crowed, about 20 or so, very well.
Their lyrics struck a chord (pun intended), with me. Feelings of pain, loss, excitement and promise. I thought that it was only a question of when they would make it rather than how, because they had all the talent needed to be there. I still feel the same every time I put that album on and listen to each song as if it was the first time I had heard it.