ABOUT THE BLACKS

The latest addition to the Tricycle Records roster, the Blacks are a dark and dancy San Francisco three-piece known for their short, blistering stage shows and laser-beam intensity. With a stripped down instrumentation featuring guitar (Luisa Black), drums (Gavin Black) and wild-eyed tambourine player JDK Blacker, The Blacks serve up a hot, electric, garage noir sound that mixes the rawness of The Jesus and Mary Chain and The Stooges with the vocal elegance of Romeo Void. Their debut full-length "Nom de Guerre" will be released July 10 with a British tour following in September 2007.

BAND MEMBERS

Luisa Black, Guitar and Vox
Gavin Black, Drums
JDK Blacker, Tambourine and Vox

REVIEWS

"Along with punk-style drums, ferocious tambourine, and distorted vocals, this three-piece put on a fierce show and held Bottom of the Hill completely entranced with their tenacious garage sound. The Blacks' leading lady, Luisa Black, furrowed her brow and growled through her teeth and her guitar, the reverb on her mic lending a Rid of Me-era PJ Harvey effect to her vocal delivery. All the while, a crazed JDK Blacker shook and slapped his tambourine in true Pentecostal spirit. The Blacks' stage presence was undeniable ? in fact, they owned the stage. A certain Black Christopher joined the band on sax for the group's final number, a zealous cover of Romeo Void's "Never Say Never," adding depth to the salacious song and intrigue to the band's standard framework." – Katherine Hoffert, Performer Magazine

"Local garage-rock trio the Blacks played a blistering set at the gay indie-rock disco Trans Am and incited San Francisco's first half-gay/half-straight slam pit. I kid you not. Like a holy roller on a mission to save the souls of his sweaty congregation from boredom, Blacks' white-suited co-front man JDK Blacker preached the evils of monotony from his imaginary pulpit. One hand to the sky, the other forcefully shaking a tambourine to keep dull spirits at bay, he convulsed with the spastic energy of revered rock proselytizers such as Iggy Pop and Mick Jagger as he ordered the crowd to lose control. And it did. Amen." – Bill Picture, SF Chronicle

"This new SF trio whip out some down'n'dirty trash tunes with the rock'n'roll basics -- vocals, guitar, drums and tambourine. The vocals are delivered in a deliciously distressed, smeared sneer. Just imagine a female fronted piss'n'vinegar descendant of Jesus And Mary Chain, and you'll have some idea of where The Blacks are comin' from. We think they would fit great at a gig alongside fellow Bay Area hotties The Husbands and Von Iva." – Aquarius Records

"Perhaps the real genius of the Blacks' debut record is that it conveys subtle and sophisticated narratives in musical language that is utterly primal; this record is lusty, powerful, driven, and, at times, violent. It's not necessarily eye-opening (you have heard music like this before), but is a necessary refocusing, the kind of album that comes along now and again from a small band that plays loud, has fun, and has something to say." –Coke Machine Glow

"Like a misanthropic Patti Smith fronting Love and Rockets. Sexxxy!"– Charlie