Welcome to The Rocks Off 200, our portrait gallery of the most compelling profiles and personalities in the far-flung Houston music community -- a lot more than just musicians, but of course they're in there too. See previous entries in the Rocks Off 100 at this link.
Who? This here digital chat with We Were Wolves marks the end of an era. It's No. 200 in the Rocks Off 200. (Collect 'em all.) We wanted to close out with a bang, or a roar, or a howl, so we asked a band that could oblige us on all three counts. The Wolves make music that is sweaty, greasy, grooving, in-your-face and really fuckin' loud.
Photo by Mark C. Austin
Most recently, WWW (dot awesome) were one of the standouts of last weekend's Yes, Indeed festival; after their late-night set at the Continental, it's a wonder the club didn't have to order all-new glassware. We remember catching them early on upstairs at the old Mink, so long ago they might still have lived in Beaumont. Rest assured, they're still up to their wicked ways on Wolf House, the second full-length LP they released last December.