Grandpa Jack are the Brooklyn based psychedelic rock band that are making distorted waves with their latest release Trash Can Boogie. The four track EP is a wild ride from start to finish.

Self proclaimed “mustard enthusiasts”, Grandpa Jack refuse to play by the rules. The first track on the EP Right on, Ride on starts mellow and spacey before travelling through time into an authentic rock experience not of this decade. They revel in that classic fuzzy soundscape that pulls the middle finger at your eardrums. 

Clearly skilled instrumentalists, Grandpa Jack demonstrate their diversity with the second track Untold, which begins with an ominous bass solo. Eerie synths straight out of a horror movie crawl into your peripheral hearing as the song builds to a sudden pause. Untold is nearly eight minutes long, and I truly mean it as a compliment when I say I didn’t notice the first time I listened through. It develops enough to justify its marathon length, moving from post grunge into a psychedelic slow jam reminiscent of Concrete and Gold. 

Grandpa Jack utilise dynamics and shifts in tempo with expertise. The third track Imitation starts with a jungle beat before moving into that iconic distorted “chug” and grungy vocals. Imitation is foreboding, and keeps you waiting until it suddenly stops. They leave the tension hanging in the air, almost cruelly, like an unresolved yelling match.

Trash Can Boogie is superbly produced, and the final track Curmudgeon is no exception. It’s angry at the older generation, stating that they’re “the one(s) to blame and no one else”. Curmudgeon again plays with tension, using building chromatic chords. It’s an epic, angsty end to an epic, angsty EP. 

Grandpa Jack are prolific and talented, and they’re not stopping any time soon. Follow them on Facebook, instagram and twitter.