JACKIE O are a PUNKTRASHBLOOZECOLLECTIVE based in Manchester England. They are named after the good lady herself, and in honour of the Zapruder film in which she features.
JACKIEO were formed at a Texas truck stop in 1999. The home of The Red Krayola, Scratch Acid and Roky Erickson, members Jackson Starfield (Electric Guitar/Vocals), Jo-Jo (Fuzz Bass Vibrations) and Sister Ruth (Drums) were on a quest for the source of true rock & roll enlightenment. Their quest led to the realisation that the forces of capitalism, greed, authority and misogyny may be effectively challenged by the no chord discordance and power of the electric guitar. To be honest, all JACKIEO ever wanted to do was vent a contemptuous spew of hatred, for all those silly little Indie Boys, who get ritually shafted every second of every minute of every hour by The Industry, by it’s power to exploit those who thrive on careerist desire, fashion and jealousy rather than a love for Rock ‘n’ Roll integrity talent. Anyways, it is JACKIEO’s continued aim, in the 21st Century, to kill all dominant forces with BIG-FUNKIN-NOISE-BEATS-NUSOUL-BLOOZE-SEX-MUSIC Until you pry the screamin’ guitars from their cold dead fingers.
JACKIEO have played a handful of chaotic gigs which have earned them the moniker of “First Class Punk Rock ‘n’ Roll Agitators” “Had David Lynch directed his energies into fashioning a rock group rather than Playstation II ads, then it would have doubtless turned out to be the enigmatic JACKIEO” (City Life, Jan 2001)
“JACKIEO sound like The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and The Clash in a road smash” (Bull & Gate Magazine, Aug 2001) “JACKIEO look like the next alt.Manc band to go over the top they are the hybrid, mental antidote to Manc miserabilism they are, in most ways, fantastic” (Manchester Evening News, March 2002).
“Frenzied guitar clattering of the most old scullery punk kind, spotweilding Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and The White Stripes, but with a bare knuckle sensuality that is all their own” (City Life, April 2002).
JACKIEO’s live performances have become the stuff of local legend in and around Manchester’s toilet venues. Most famously, they recently supported The Parkinson’s, whom they must profess, they have an undying love for. Add to the list the White Stripes whom they supported last year, and in the word of one punter “Blew their skinny white asses all the way back to Detroit”.