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The Tattle Tale Heart

by Jack of None

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The Main Guy
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The Main Guy A rare beast in the modern post rock scene, electronic music infused psychedelia a-la Primus bangs Puscifer. Quite a catch.
Power Metal God
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Power Metal God I am pretty much into Rob Zombie and Queen Andreena, which automatically made me a fan of Jack of None. It’s like Peaches but on steroids
Ivan Satanov
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Ivan Satanov The Tattle Tale Heart is creepy, cartoonish and intimate. Like church molestation. From the eyes of the preacher. yeah...
Joe from Friends
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Joe from Friends Less than often mixing hard rock guitars with electronic music doesn’t sound cheesy and b-grade industrial. This one is the complete opposite - like an MDMA trip for Elysian Fields fans that are stranded on a techno rave.
Alone
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Alone Freedom to express sexuality and be okay with it obviously creates wonderful works of art. Whispering vocal of Maxine goes perfectly well with glitching drums, turntables and acidic guitars.
Favorite track: Strangest Bedfellows.
Roni James Peeo
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Roni James Peeo Jack of None emits a strong Pattonish vibe from the era of Lovage and a lil Peeping Tom.
Favorite track: X-Y-Sex.
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We gotta burn down all those bridges Untie all your stitches, honey It just ain’t funny We gotta make some Neon plastic love right Pornographic love sight Drowning in the moonlight Bistromatic Bunny I’ll be your honey Don’t need your money I got some more twangs Underneath these soul pangs Ringing till our hearts bang Gun in hand, your tongue slangs Bistromatic Honey I’ll be your bunny Don’t need your money Just call me “Honey” Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me? (I’ve got the gun) Hush little baby, don’t say a word Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird And when that bird breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and— bang! We’re gonna burn down with those bitches Tongue-tied from their stitches, honey Don’t think it’s funny So let’s go make some Neophiliac love sight Cinematic love tight Naked in the moonlight Bistromatic Bunny I’ll be your honey Don’t need your money I’ve got my own wings Bending to my heart’s strings Beating till your guns sing Trigger-high, we’re firing Bistromatic Honey I am your bunny Don’t need no money Just give me honey Hello? Can you taste me? Am I sweet? (I’ve got your gun) Hush little baby, don’t say a word Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird And when that bird breaks The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and all
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X-Y-Sex 04:04
Why in the world In the World of Why Should we wine and dine With the rhapsodies of sex The Almighty Sex Man and woman Or man and man Or woman and woman If you may Then you might Why not write the story Of a boy and a girl Or a boy and a boy Or a girl and a girl Holding hands forever Holding hands forever Holding hands forever If you won’t Then I will But why should we cry Over histories of sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-SEX When the woes of the real Are writing out our whens While the whys Oh the whys Wretchedly unwind All the virtues of our sins Just like bleeding violins So what comes next? After sex? What comes next? After “(wh)y”? What comes next? z-z-z z-z-Z z-Z-Z Z-Z-Z So why in the world In the World of Why Do we wine and dine For the rhapsodies of sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex X-Y-Sex If you may Then you might Why not write the story Of a boy and a girl Or a boy and a boy Or a girl and a girl Madly in love forever Madly in love forever Madly in love forever If you won’t then I will But why should we try To make sense of a lie When the woes of the real Are riddled by its widows Weaving pillows with their woes Reading pillows as their prose While the whys Oh the whys Wickedly unwind All the virtues of our sins Amidst reeking violins So what comes next? After sex? What comes next? After “(wh)y”? z-z-Z z-Z-Z Z-Z-Z
3.
Dear Georges, I’m writing this letter to tell you that it’s over. I found it. Finally. It wasn’t where you said it would be. It wasn’t under the bed (where you said it had fallen). It wasn’t in the cupboard, either (where you said it would be safe). You little tease. I asked you with a pretty pretty please. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : ( ) : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : ( ) Give it back. Give it back. Give it back, you monster. Squeaky clean, all pristine, I want it back, you thief! Where’d it go? Where’d it go? Give it back to me. Squeaky clean, all pristine, I want it back, you thief! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! Vous petit monstre! But please don’t worry, Georges My Dear Sweet Georges I won’t tell a soul (I promise) About the way it’s somewhat misshapen now. The way the scent of flowers makes it rot. The way it aches and bleeds more often than not. The way it’s managed to grow horns. Oh, please don’t worry, Georges. I’m keeping it locked away in a box of thorns. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : ( ) : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : Non. : Répondez s'il vous plaît? : ( )
4.
Voices Another strange town Looking for a needy victim To pin down Dim lights, salted street I walk into the bar, our eyes meet Smoke There’s a red house over yonder I know I don’t know you But if the sky is crying Do you know what I wanna do? Do you know what I want you to do? Come closer (Let me tell you) Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Lay your head and lay it bare I’ll take you everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Close your eyes if you dare I’ll skin you everywhere I’ll skin your lips And skin you bare You won’t go anywhere Noises Another strange clown Need a new victim To pin down So dim the lights, salt the street I’ll walk into a bar, our eyes meet Smoke There’s a red house burning yonder Didn’t you hear? They don’t call me “Little Wing” for nothing And do you know what I wanna do? Do you know what I want you to do? Come closer (Here I go again) Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere Kiss me here and kiss me there Kiss me everywhere I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare I’ll skin you everywhere I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare I’ll skin you everywhere (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare) (I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)

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The band's 4-track EP released as a follow-up to 2016's highly regarded "Who's Listening to Van Gogh's Ear?"

Winner of the Best EP (Eclectic) award at the 16th annual Independent Music Awards in New York City

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released September 15, 2017

Words and Vocals: Maxine Syjuco
Music: A.G. Syjuco

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Jack of None Chicago, Illinois

JACK OF NONE is an experimental rock band comprised of siblings A.G. Syjuco (composer on guitar, bass, synthesizers and programming), Maxine Syjuco (poet-songwriter and vocalist), and Julian Syjuco (guitar).

The band has received critical acclaim for their forward-thinking approach to fusing electronically-charged experimental music with spoken word poetry.
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