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House Cricks and Other Excuses to Get Out

by Jaye Jayle

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“Anyone who is using more than two chords is just showing off.”



Woodie Guthrie’s famous quote became a mantra for young musicians who rallied around folk’s austerity, and later inspired a new generation of artists who basked in punk’s primitivism. Guthrie’s songs may not be an influence on Louisville’s Jaye Jayle, but his call for simplicity as a deliberate choice versus a matter of mere ability resonated with the veterans of Kentucky’s dark indie scene. Naming themselves Jaye Jayle as a pen name or a pseudonym to veer away from a traditional band moniker, the group sought to eliminate unnecessary variables and deconstruct their compositions down to their most concentrated essence. Jaye Jayle owe less to our nation’s roots music and more to peripheral rock bands that have taken the “less is more” attitude to its furthest reaches. Imagine Spacemen 3 without the saturated wall of distortion, or Neu! without the upbeat motorik pulse, or Lungfish without the shamanistic howls. But these reference points seem either too bombastic or too lush. Perhaps a nexus of The Troggs’ ham-fisted drumming, Angels of Light’s ominous twang, and Suicide’s swaths of negative space hits closer to the mark, but even that doesn’t do the band justice. Jaye Jayle’s debut album House Cricks and Other Excuses To Get Out is an exercise in tension and restraint, a tightrope act between singer-songwriter traditions and art rock experimentation, and an intersection of Southern cultural permutations and otherworldly sounds.

"About three years ago I started to write House Cricks. I didn't know I was writing an album. Twenty-seven songs and a few years later... Here is nine very focused excuses to make an album." - Jaye Jayle

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released October 1, 2016

Vocals and Guitar by Evan Patterson.
Synthesizers and Vocals by Jonathan Glen Wood.
Bass Guitar by Todd Cook.
Drums and Cymbals by Neal Argabright.

Additional Instrumentation:
2, 3, 4, 6, & 9 Electric Guitar by Matt Fox. 6 Violin by Anna Kripenstapel. 3 Percussion by Tim Barnes.

Recording and Mixing:
2, 3, 4, 6, & 9 Recorded by Kevin Ratterman at La La Land.
2, 3, 4, 6, & 9 Overdub Recordings and 3, 4, & 9 Mixed by Warren Gray at Graywaters Recordings.
2 & 6 Mixed by Dean Hurley at Asymmetrical Studio.
1, 5, 7, & 8 Recorded and Mixed by Jim Marlowe at Dracula's Casino.

Mastered by Carl Saff and Saff Mastering.

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Track Name: Hanging Mirror
1. Hanging Moon
(J. Jayle)
There's no color
Because there's no soul
Only shadows, on skin
The moon, it shines
A hanging mirror
And street lights smash
There's no love
Because there's no trouble
Only shadows, on skin
The Moon, it shines
A hanging mirror
And street lights smash
Track Name: House Cricks
2. House Cricks
(J. Jayle)
Patterns in the windows
Patterns ender's eye
An empty seat remembers
The emptiness has arrived
And then the lips spit
Gotta get away
Welcomed gentle
Welcome settles in
Thanked them
Oh, so kindly
Until the "turned" turned in
And then the house cricks
Gotta get away
And then the heart trips
Gotta get away
Track Name: The Beast Keeps Cool
3. The Beast Keeps Cool
(J. Jayle)
And you assume that the rain will come
And you assume that the streets will flood
We'll build a raft and take it into town
You're dragging your feet like the devil is done
The beast, he keeps cool light-hearted and fun
And he says
"Baby, I ain't got not money"
"Baby, I ain't got no car"
"Just a slippery tongue and the voice of an angel"
You're dragging your feet like the devil is done
The beast, he keeps cool light-hearted and fun
Track Name: Sugar Ran Wild
4. Sugar Ran Wild
(J. Jayle)
Sugar ran wild
Sugar ran free
When sugar ran she ran from me
We took our odds
They weren't in our favor
For better or worse
We both got stranger
Sugar ran wild
Sugar ran fast
When sugar ran she ran from me
White horse of the midnight rain
Shot through me like a lightening beam
I'm charred charcoal
White horse of the sunrise river
Ran through into cascades
Every time this happens to me
And I don't know why
Track Name: Sculpting
5. Sculpting
(J. Jayle)
The muffled moans of the damned
Deep below the fiery stone
Pulled out mud from that same old stone
Lost his hands sculpting
Lost her hands sculpting
Saw a mountain through the mask
Saw a way through the mountain
Found a body buried in the snow
Didn't need a hand for help
Didn’t need a hand for help
Track Name: Heaven is Cold
6. Heaven is Cold
(J. Jayle)
Cover him in kisses
As he sits behind the wheel
As his brakes slip and squeal
As he hits the windshield
As his skin cuts and peels
Keep covering him in kisses
Did you sleep like a rock
In the gravel parking lot
Did you hit your head on the way down
Just tell me to shut up
If you can't even get up
And if we're dead, heaven is cold
I don't need to breathe in here
Put that tape on my busted mouth
In the trunk of this tiny car
Did you loses like I lost
Did it help that I never fought
And if we're dead, heaven is cold
Face flat on the kitchen floor
Don't worry I won't make a sound
Did you loses like I lost
Did it help that I never fought
And if we're dead, heaven is cold
But I could be wrong
Track Name: Miss Paranoia
7. Miss Paranoia
(J. Jayle)
You brought that bright cold light
Even though I begged you not to
You've got your high heel shoes on
Just about high enough
Keep spilling your best friend's blues
Even though he begged you not to
You've got your high heel shoes on
Just about high enough
To whisper in my ear
Turn that bright cold light on
Plastic trees never bothered her
She don't need nor care
Turn that cold light off tonight
Lover, I swear the weather never felt so good
Miss Paranoia left the room
She's not gone she just wrecked her face
Set sail and failed
Overboard, but not under me
Lover, I swear the weather never felt so good
Track Name: Two-Headed Crow
8. Two-Headed Crow
(J. Jayle)
A two-headed crow flew down to me
And landed on my shoulder
It landed on my shoulder and sang to me
"I wish I could be the one to run away with you"
But I don't run
I fly
Track Name: Pull Me Back to Hell
9. Pull Me Back to Hell
(J. Jayle)
You get into my head
You get into my heart
You get into my soul
It seems like every time I try to do right
You pull me back to hell
You get into my shirt
You get into my pants
You get into my boots
It seems like every time I try to do right
You pull me back to hell