LOWBALL JACK (a.k.a. Jack Sprat) soaked up the heavy beats and twangy accents emanating from his native Texas/Louisiana border, and rode them all the way to the Big Nipple. He’s screwed lids on bleach bottles, hawked snake oil to rich folks, managed some men’s fortunes and other’s addictions in order to take you on a journey ranging from monsterrific guitar rock to cosmic American funk and finally to rhythmelodic jazz. Extreme instrumental themes and textures leave room for you to insert yourself into a musical journey ranging from monsterrific guitar rock to cosmic groove and finally to rhythmelodic jazz... accept this invitation to let it all hang out and just... "BUG".
Upon deciding to move to the city someone said to Jack, “Ah, so you’re joining the thirsty armies of the night?” His brand new record, ”BUG”, is a soundtrack for those “thirsty armies of the night”. It’s an instrumental trip that hits the highs and (mostly) lows of fuzzy nights out on the town. The early buzz and expectations of getting ready to go out (“Horse On The Way”) and hitting the street (“Gutter Strut”) have a way of pushing from zero to sixty (“Bottled Up”), and there may be no way to pace yourself (“Doubled Down”). Your inner party ape takes control, and the usual trouble starts (“Bug”). Liquid teasing from a sexy bartender (“Sploitation”) turns into getting cussed out in the middle of the street (“Crocodile Smile”) and losing control of your sauce (“Spill”). Only deep fried, late night snacks (“Chile Relleno”) and the sobering knowledge that you will do it all again tomorrow night (“When Yer Down”) gets you home in one piece.
It’s a drinking record, so if the cocktail isn’t to taste, the cd itself is specially designed to make an excellent coaster. Drink up.