Thomas Jackson Orchestra

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Thomas Jackson has been a presence on the Hattiesburg music scene for years.

With a band, he has lived out his boyhood T.Rex fantasies. By himself, he

has continued to hone his songcraft somehow making a new creation within

the same frames that everyone uses, much like the comic strips he once drew.



Like any good songwriter, Jackson experiments with the economy of language.

The fact that he has any number of songs that contain the word "blues" in the

title is not a gimmick, or even a series; it is that common destination where we

all arrive to deal with life's impasses.

(Mik Davis

Hattiesburg American)



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"Raw, powerful, experimental and should be taught in schools, are just a few words and phrases that might be used to describe the experience of Thomas Jackson’s new song “Poundcake Blues”.

As one who has followed Mr. Jackson’s career with a certain fanfare, I can say that this might be a turning point in his artistic evolution. Mr. Jackson’s vocals carry an emotional edge tinged with guttural anger which synchronizes perfectly with the dark sounds of a blues guitar that seems to have seen too many late nights.

With a beating rhythm that is sexual and aggressive Poundcake Blues isn’t listening for lonely hearts, its listening for hearts on the edge. Like some dark magician, Thomas Jackson calls up demons for a drink of bitter biting whisky at midnight. With this song Thomas Jackson conjures the specter of desire turned rancid like a heart in a glass of sour milk.



(Pat Huff

anthropologist)



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The Hattiesburg-based Thomas Jackson Orchestra stomps out a mean hard-drinking, raunched-out vibe that’s hard to beat. A MySpace taste will turn your head if you are uninitiated.

(Jackson Free Press)



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If you’ve ever run against the law, been burned by crazy women, or have generally f****d up, you’ve got a friend in Thomas Jackson. He sings desperation and hums madness like lullabies for self-destructive Southerners who can’t sleep till dawn breaks. In his happier moments, his white boy blues flirt with Buddy Holly pop rock influences, and on his darker days he writes songs with a lusty devil on his shoulder. His recently released Pound Cake Blues is an example of the latter. Having been called “a turning point in his artistic evolution,” this single is a haunting noir anthem, a dark justification for the bad decisions we’ve made and a harsh whispered promise for more to come. Whether it’s for a fine addition to your record collection or for fear of Mississippi’s darkest musical demons, Jackson is sure to leave you looking over your shoulder.



(by Joseph Williams | Chief Copy Editor)



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