The John-Pauls are a Texas band with a New York City Metro-Card. Lou Reed devouring Tamale House
migas while posing for pictures with tourists in front of the Jeremiah the Frog mural. More Unrest than
Pavement – less SRV than Roky. Indebted to the Stones with Can in their hearts, the J-Ps follow up their
critically acclaimed debut full-length “Forget to Remember to Forget” with this year’s spellbinding “Bon Mots”. Like a countrified 90s Sonic Youth, The J-Ps use three guitars, and no bass. The bottom is owned by the insistent kick of drummer Elizabeth John-Paul. Loping stone-skips of keyboards by Mikila John-Paul.
The singing is shared by Mikila, a chanteuse like Mo Tucker crossed with Patsy Cline, and the monotone but oddly emotive Phillip John-Paul. Mark and Matt interplay lead guitars like Ron Wood jamming with Lee Renaldo. If pronounced correctly, in French “Bon Mots” means good words. The songs by Phillip John-Paul are filled with turns of phrase. Lyrics bounce specific visual episodes with shards of cobbled wisdom and doomed selfawareness. He and Mikila sing of depression, grace, NBA basketball, the history of humanity, flaking out, love, Cardi B, swimming, philosophy, and more.
1. Bon Mots
2. Same Dweller, Different Cave
3. didn’t i??
4. Danny Green
6. Boxes Inside Boxes
7. Denver Rainbow
9. No Names
GENRE: Indie Rock