Crafted his stick work while thumping the piled skulls of his enemies. Lives in a castle. Only visible in red light. Driving rhythm behind the hordes of ungodly evil and creatures that lurk in the dark.
The only Werewolf in the band to possess undeniable silver-bullet-deterrent bass chops. His lines have been known to cause a loss of structural integrity, thirst for human blood, and uncontrollable thrusting of the pelvis.
An original Werewolf who emblazons keyboard riffage with blistering precision. Often described by onlookers as, “A man possessed by the demons he himself has conjured.”
Furious front man and leader of the pack, he’s got lighting in his hands and hellfire in his lungs. His feverish blues vocals have been known to haunt venues weeks after a performance. Challenges the Devil to guitar duels for fun.