Greyhounds are Andrew Trube (Tyler, TX) and Anthony Farrell (Los Angeles, CA). The two met in 1999 after Anthony replied to an ad in the New Times by auditioning for Andrew over the phone. Shortly after they assembled a band, released their first record (waiting for francis) and hit the road. After touring the U.S. and Canada for 5 years Trube and Farrell jumped off the road and went back to Trube’s hometown of Tyler, TX to write songs for their second release, Liberty. The album was written in the historic Liberty theater in downtown Tyler and recorded in New Orleans with Robert Mecurio and Stanton Moore (Galactic) lending their production talents. The track “Black Hole” featured the vocal help from Ani DiFranco. Once again the band found themselves on the road.
In 2009, Taylor Hicks (American Idol) asked the Greyhounds to open up his U.S. tour and the two were once again out on the road. Shortly after returning home, the band released their third full length album, “No Mas,” a live studio album recorded in less than 4 hours.
Greyhounds continues to tour the country and recently released a new EP “Spring Training,” with a followup album scheduled to be released this fall, “School Supplies.”
Over the years the duo has written songs that have been recorded and performed live by artists such as Derek Trucks, Susan Tedeschi, and Ruthie Foster, to name a few. Additionally, Trube and Farrell lend their studio production talents to emerging artists in the Austin community and beyond.
When not performing as greyhounds you can catch Trube and Farrell with JJ Grey & MOFRO helping out on keys and guitar.
When asked, “Whats y’all’s band sound like?” the common reply is “Hall and Oats meets ZZ TOP.”
Over the years the sound has gone through many changes as Trube and Farrell’s pallet for soul driven honest songs continue to evolve.
Between Farrell’s old school “SoCal” feel with vocals that would melt the hardest of women, and Trube’s goofy East Texas “slap-a-jank” guitar and vocals, the two have found a groove and a sound that can’t be matched. It’s as if oil and water mixed and had a big ol’ party.