My first real band — loud, sweaty, and straight out of the garage.
Formed in the mid-90s with a couple of high school friends, Goose-Flesh was all about raw, 70s-inspired hard rock. Think riff-heavy grooves, fuzzed-out solos, and zero subtlety. We wrote our own songs, played every local venue that would have us, and somehow managed to win a band contest or two before it all came to a sudden stop in 1998, after our drummer was involved in a serious accident.

Short-lived, but unforgettable.
Goose-Flesh is where the fire started — and it still burns.