sydney, australia
All too often we hear a good tune betrayed by trivial and uninspiring lyrics, as lazy artists 'fill the gaps' with scribble that reads like a neurotic soliloqy by a member of the babysitters club.
In contrast, we can appreciate the intricacy of artists like Jack Ladder, whose articulate lyrics are words only temporarily, as they transpose from the song into emotive imagery that transcends well beyond the page of a notebook. Like red wine soaking tobacco, his deep saltry tone percolates your skin, passing through your thoughts with intoxicating efficacy.
Jack refuses to rest on the laurels of his gentle melodies, which he uses more as a vehicle for his stories, saturated with ripened contemplation, much in the vain of artists like Bright Eyes or Dylan.
At a recent live performance, Jack made a comical reference between his guitar and his clothes. The top 3 strings, he remarked, were new, like his jacket, while the bottom 3 were old, like his jeans. An astute observation, illustrating the way Jack, his message, and his music are integral, and how this forges a connection with his audience, the way all good music should.

Jack Ladder - Two Clocks.mp3
Jack Ladder - Black Hole Blues.mp3
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