From the full and addictive beats arises the melody of two guitars strumming parts in perfect harmony. The voices of the Brothers Houck quickly follow suit, weaving a blanket of sound that lulls the surrounding crowd into a near hypnotic state: swaying and singing, carried away by the music. Mysterious, meaningful lyrics compel listeners to happily follow the Hungry Villagers where ever they may lead.

It’s no mistake that brothers Jacob, Abraham and David Houck of the Hungry Villagers can have this affect on music lovers. Starting in 2006, the three musicians made their way one by one to Houston. This was part of the Houck family’s extended exodus out of Africa to return to America. The Houck progeny, sons and daughters of missionary musicians, were raised with music on the road in Southern Africa, and all across the mid-western states.

Somehow David, Jacob and Abraham found themselves in Houston, with no real plan or map. There they met drummer Ferrick Hallaron IV. Songs started appearing, creeping out of the cracks in the walls and blowing in on hurricane winds.

A recent event listing in the Houston Chronicle said “Hungry Villagers make dramatic use of a quiet/loud dynamic with songs that are beautifully ominous and moody. They’re also crafty with tempo, sending their songs into interesting directions.”

An early review in the Houston Press labeled the band “Houston’s newest contenders for national notoriety,” and warned readers that “when you start hearing this stuff plastered all over blogs from here to London, don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

Hungry Villagers – Little Fingers

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Tree Full of Ghosts by the Hungry Villagers on the Little Fingers single

By Abraham and Jacob Houck

There were always white wings leading through the trees
And they would lay me down under your heart
As you go flying around you fly around the room
Oh your whispers say that we all dream the same in the end

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CHORUS
When it all breaks down I’m carving out your name in your heart wood
Of your tree full of ghosts
Your heart full of soma
Your tree full of ghosts
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I smell the sea in your hair
And the mountain holds you oh so dear
As you go droppin down, droppin down from the sky
While the occupation files slowly past your door

CHORUS

Oooooo radar home
Ooooooo radar home

The end is gonna come now, the end gonna to come
The devil’s gonna come now, the devil’s gonna come

Ooooo radar home
Oooooo radar home

©2009 Tierra Music Publishing

Little Fingers by Hungry Villagers on the Little Fingers single

By Abraham and Jacob Houck

Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

Tiny wings beat the air of his head
Their whispers reach out to hold an ear

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CHORUS
Ohohohohohohohohoh

Your such a child Adelaida
You sharpen your nails out in the halflight
Your wings are waiting Adalaida
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He’s beating a dead horse he curse the foal
The eyes in the leaves they saw him fall

Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

CHORUS

©2009 Tierra Music Publishing

The Hungry Villagers released their debut single, Little Fingers, at Cactus Music on March 28. Check out photos and a video from the party.

Abraham and Jacob perform an acoustic version of “Sleeping With My Milk.”

Sleeping With My Milk from Hungry Villagers on Vimeo.