Jack Alexander has decided, again, that he is now not dead. That he may walk amongst you with the manner and grace of a confused, jittery corpse is not to be taken in any other way than an "ironical ruse", a trick by an acoustical trickster and, perhaps, nothing, or so much more..... For instance.
All at once a lilting, screaming, dancing, hollering, punk, twee, "Anti-Nu Anti-Anti Folk Core" dynamo, Jack fuses together sounds that move from frenetic polka-punk to soft melodic folk to swashbuckling sing-along, all often in the space of a few seconds
Live, Jack acts like a sort of "possessed-Satanic-Game Show Host-acoustical-witch docter" spending as much time off stage as on, uniting and inviting everyone to scream along with him far far into the night...
Recently, Jack completed work on his debut, 4-track E.P entitled '"Oh, Napoleon..."- and other Loathsome tales' which features the songs:
Trust me, Kathryn... I am a Tree
The Tin In the Moon
Lonely girl and the Branches in the Snow Song
and, "Oh, Napoleon..."
Jack is hoping to take his destructive one man acoustical circus as far and around the galaxy as possible, untill he inevitably decides to die again... Join him, before (as they say...) it's too late.
If you were interested in booking Jack to play a show, or buying yourself a delicious copy of 'Oh, Napoleon- And Other Loathesome Tales' (£1 + postage etc) contact Jack through this MySpace or [email protected].
