Welcome inside the head of the Piqued Jacks.
An anomalous and schizophrenic song, where the dance hit and the stream of consciousness live together, where the most contagious funky vibe and the most heart breaking arpeggio coexist, where the syncopated rock drifts to a dark and tranquil
atmosphere of a midnight run.
A guy stands locked up in a room haunted by his own thoughts; he sings and shakes to drive out his flaws and incsecurities, until he knocks down the walls: his inner conflict unravels, and calm surrounds him. He can now give voice to his qualities.
Synthesizers playing like voices creeping in, a split yet infectious rhythm, flashes of dance punk. Then the Loner makes room for the Lover, letting the crossover between genres begin; a laid back groove meets post-hardcore sounds, a spoken-word confession turns into a desperate scream.
If the common thread is the question “What is up with me?”, the answer is the message of the lyrics: remember to yourself what you have to offer, because there’s no Loner without Lover, no hearts without spades. Whatcha gonna do about it?
Links to the Piqued jacks
Website: http://www.piquedjacks.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/piquedjacks/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PiquedJacks
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/piquedjacks/
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/piquedjacks/albums