Jackson Firebird : Cock Rockin’

Jackson Firebird Cock Rockin CBWe like duos here at cackblabbath.online. We’ve recently discovered God Damn at Hammerfest and the bluesy Pearl Harts have also jumped onto our radar in the last month. Oh yes, we do like the bluesy stuff. When the Wet Nuns called it a day last year, we were wondering who would fill this stripped-back two-man backstreet-groomed hole in our lives.

Well, now they’re queuing up for our attention.

As you may expect from such an introduction, Jackson Firebird are a duo. They play some bare-boned garage/blues rock that, like all good duos, makes you wonder how two blokes manage to make so much noise. Bands with low numbers of bodies just seem to cut out the flab and get straight to the point. That’s what these fellas do and I think that’s part of why we like two-man efforts like this here at CB.

They’re Australian too; while that’s not in our remit for liking bands, we won’t hold it against them.

When you press play on ‘Cock Rockin’ for the first time, the music that greets your ears conjures up images and ideas of these guys banging out big tunes in some backstreet pub. Just for fun and to the probable bemusement of their friends and family. Delve into the bands biography and you’ll find that Brendan and Dale have been doing this together for some years; in the back of a…bakery. I’m sure they soon progressed to pubs however. You can almost smell the Bundaberg and Marlboros coming through the speakers when you play ‘Cock Rockin’.

The opener and title track starts things off with a straight forward steam train of a rocker. A little country twang in the guitar tone and some raw blues soloing can’t disguise an unashamedly full-pelt rock’n’roll song.  ‘She Said’ starts with a clatter of drums and some grand sounding guitars that points towards a bigger sound but that’s soon cut off to a jerky riff and a ‘Hives style belter.

‘Quan Dang’ borrows Beats Internationals “Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty you’re listening to the boy from the big bad city” lyrics for the backbone of the song. It’s been regularly recycled over the years, but never in such a foul-mouthed effort as this.

There’s plenty of stripped back songs and extended jams here to bang your head and get lost to. It’s simple and primitive garage rock. Appealing to our simple urges to rock out; the album sounds natural, unpolished and has a live feeling to it. We can only imagine that the true actual live show will be an unrelenting blues rock explosion.

‘Cock Rockin’ is a thrilling listen. It’s perfect for kicking back with a beer or three and letting loose on a Friday night. It’s a headbanger, an air-drummer, an air-guitarer and once you get familiar you’ll be singing until you’re horse into an empty beer bottle. Jackson Firebird don’t do anything new or revolutionary but what they do accomplish is to kick up a damn fine storm of an album.