Jack Name – Light Show

Image: 1586987 Maybe I can start by saying a little bit about Jack Name. He is the only guy I know who can crush a joint by his lonesome and then look you right in the eye (and I consider myself an expert) and you would never suspect that he’s not floating right along in the here and now. He is ahead . . . the wheels are always turning unaffected by drugs, time or space. I met him first through White Fence, where he stood on a laptop generating noise along with guitar through, what is supposedly, an original homemade Grateful Dead speaker cabinet. How much good energy can one dude generate?

Jack Name is a rare entity and a genius story/songsmith and I am envious as hell

that GOD? Records is putting this out and not Castleface.

Whiffs of young Brian Eno, Gary Numan, Chrome, ELO, Bruce Haack, even Richard O’Brien (a la “Rocky Horror”) and Stefan Wul stain the sleeves of this story, but it’s still wholly original and cooked at home so it’s as honest as it is good for you. The sounds are a dense and ever-shifting beast -- just an absolutely put-you-on-the-floor headphone record. The narrative holds as much significance as the sound, hopefully there will be a lyric sheet so teenagers ripe for a push in the right direction can follow along, pink-eyed , with their

index fingers. “LIGHT SHOW” lifts off over an alien plane -- immediate, heavily skimming the surface of the landscape where the story unfurls. A conversation, maybe a dream . . . it’s a bit cloudy, but it’s just the start and it’s wonderful. So you prepare to soak up the whole story and carry it with you from now on. Looking down you get a stream of conscious view into the heads of the opposing factions constantly at war in this mirror dimension to our own. The wooly bullies are applying leaden pressure on the shadows which they resent for their imagination and lust for art. They use the whip of televised terror and the cell of prescriptions to flatten your creative energies. The shadows, in turn, need time, freedom and space to flourish away from the square oppressors. Growing up to be a rocker is rife with hassles from everyone. Go to school, go to work, go into the ground…this is not for all.

But let it ring out, art will never lie down and die, it will always resurface and be greater for its duress. The wooly bullies can drug the youth down into numbness, they can burden your brain with ordinary things. They can terrorize you with the option of a hum-drum life, but they will never take away your born desire to create something beautiful, to be more than a face representing an empty heart.

“I was there with the gang the time the telephone rang to say a sleeper bit the leader with his medicine fangs.”
A stunningly melancholy call to arms. We are scared, but we are ready to fight for our right to be who we were born to be . . . individuals. We will not succumb to the terror tactics shot from the cathode ray by the squares.

“We will die before we take their poison halo.” A powerful and inspiring message to all who will give ear to it. And yet, the story still ends with a weight of futility at the scope of
the battle the shadows face. There are a lot of square wooly bullies out there, good luck and stay strong . -- John Dwyer, 2013

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Erhältlich ab 07.02.2014

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