A Brief Bio of John Carpenter describes his Music as Night Club Rock’n’Roll.
“A baby-faced assassin with a Gibson as his weapon of choice, fronting a trio with a madman drummer who goes by J. Explosive, making music that sounds like trouble — vintage psych-blues with ragged riffs styled from Hendrix and dire vocals straight outta Scott Walker. Five minutes into his riveting sets, you’ve forgotten there’s any other John Carpenter.” Five minutes into his riveting sets, you’ve forgotten there’s any other John Carpenter.” KEVIN BRONSON’S BUZZ BANDS http://buzzbands.la/
“YOU WILL BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND SOMETHING AS MAJESTIC AS ‘SEASONS’ THIS YEAR…HE IS WRITING FUTURE CLASSICS FOR THE WORLD”. (TooCoolToDieBlog)
“WHEN YOU HEAR THE RAINY GRANDEUR OF JOHN CARPENTER, YOU’LL BE LEFT IN SHOCK; HIS VOICE IS A TRANSPLANTED and TRANS-ATLANTIC EVOCATION OF SCOTT WALKER, COLIN BLUNSTONE, and IAN McCULLOCH;
His debut single ‘Seasons’ is a solid gold bit of rainy grandeur. The spooky post-punk is a sweeping technicolor treat, John’s musical language of another planet of pure musical whimsy, does the impossible task of incorporating all of your favourite cult heros, no matter how diverse, in the architecture of his pop music. His set is cinematic. And somehow he evokes cabaret of Walker’s earlier records and Antony and the Johnsons sadder moments of despair (all with the basement, scruffy street punk attitude and charm). It’s ace.” – Alan McGee/PepsiMaxcast.com
NEW REVIEW OF “FAIRY TALES FORGOTTEN” from L.A. RECORD:
A BRIEF BIO OF JOHN CARPENTER DESCRIBES HIS MUSIC AS “NIGHTCLUB ROCK ‘N’ ROLL,” WHICH COULD BE MISLEADING IF YOU DON’T PICTURE THE RIGHT KIND OF NIGHTCLUB. LISTENING TO HIS UNSETTLING NEW ALBUM, “FAIRY TALES FORGOTTEN”, THE SETTING UNFOLDS LIKE SO: YOU SEE A SEEDY DIVE TUCKED AWAY IN SOME INDUSTRIAL PART OF TOWN. IT’S DIMLY LIT, WITH CHAIN-SMOKED CAMELS DOING THE JOB OF A FOG MACHINE. BUT ON A TINY STAGE IN THE BACK CORNER, JOHN CARPENTER AND HIS DRUMMER, WHO HUMBLY GOES BY THE NAME J. EXPLOSIVE, ARE BREWING SOMETHING SINISTER. THE SONGS ARE BLEAK AND EVEN SPOOKY AT TIMES. WHAT KEEPS IT ALL INTRIGUING IS CARPENTER’S VOICE – THEATRICAL WITHOUT BEING OVER-THE-TOP, SOMETIMES A MENACING BARITONE, OTHER TIMES A ROARING FALSETTO. CARPENTER OCCASIONALLY ENGAGES HIS GUITAR IN BOUTS OF WILD SHREDDING, NOTABLY TOWARD THE END OF THE SLOW-BURN BLUES EPIC “THE CAPTAIN.” THE OVERALL SOUND IS SOMETHING LIKE A DOWN-TEMPO GUN CLUB OR AN OFF-KILTER JEFF BUCKLEY. PERHAPS THE BIGGEST SURPRISE ON THE ALBUM IS IN THE TITLE TRACK. AFTER A TYPICALLY CREEPY OPENING, THE SONG SWEEPS YOU INTO A TENDER, ALMOST TRIUMPHANT CHORUS THAT RECALLS THE RONETTES’ “BE MY BABY.” THEN IT SUDDENLY SPITS YOU BACK INTO THE SHADOWS. – THOMAS McMAHON