Jam Baxter has had an eventful time of it since he was last asked to summarise his musical adventures in biographical form. As ever, roaming around planet Earth, steadily tightening his grip on the very tallest branches of the musical canopy has been central to his movements, as has taking each and every bashment by the scruff of its neck and suplexing it dry of everything it has to offer. Most significantly however, Jam Baxter has continued to prove himself as one of the most outlandish and trailblazing songwriters on the scene. Taking listeners on a voyage through one’s songwriting is a mantra for many, but only a reality for very few; this has and always will remain the bone marrow of his day-to-day.
Best described as a young William Shatner skulking around a London backstreet staring wistfully at pigeons (his own words), Baxter can be found decimating live stages alone or in packs, sculpting releases that ooze unrivaled levels of dexterity, or simply sitting on Highbury Fields in the drizzle. It matters not which one of the above activities he may be doing at any particular time, the fact remains, no-one does it quite like Baxter.
Having set the ball rolling as the primary shareholder in Contact Play’s debut album ‘Champion Fraff’ way back in ’09, and with the release of ‘Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday’, ‘The Gruesome Features’ & the critically acclaimed ‘…so we ate them whole’ LPs under his belt as a solo artist, Baxter has been busying himself as one third of the Dead Players tripod, but most recently trailblazing through the streets of Bangkok recording a new album entitled ‘Mansion 38’ with frequent collaborator Chemo. ‘Mansion 38’ is the latest precious rock to have been put through the process and with an early 2017 release on the cards for what will be LP number four, the Baxter wave shows no signs of slowing anytime soon.
And why should it? As Baxter will have you know it is all a matter of perspective: “Literally everything is funny. There is a beautiful surreal glow to the most outwardly grey and mundane of scenes. Some people just don’t get that. I sometimes suspect I might be starring in a cartoon watched by millions of giant oafish children.”
What is next for Jam Baxter? Well, as expected, not what you might expect. Some say he’s off to Brazil to hunt for a rare butterfly, others are whispering about a debut novel being printed in a seedy Tufnell Park printing press just in time for Christmas 2017. ‘What next?’ is a tricky question to answer, but at the same time, it’s a pretty stupid question in the first place. Jam Baxter will continue to do the thing, his thing, and it will result in great stuff in many shapes and forms way off into the distance. His new album is no exception, ‘Mansion 38’ is a masterpiece and a fitting follow up to the critically acclaimed ‘…so we ate them whole’.