Andrew Jackanapes 

   Playing a stylized German drum kit pieced together from old auto parts to withstand the computed 4.2 gforce he brings, Andrew has a standing account with a stick manufacturer and regularly provides kindling to local trash can fires. He likes neat whiskey and gourmet sandwiches. He also sleeps with books and dreams of card catalogues. Andrew frequently tells people that his greatest ambition in life is to own a food truck in Albuquerque. You won't find him on a map.

   Justin Jackanapes

   As one half of the MESA Boogie attack, Justin loves his rectifier tubes almost as much as his Bulliet Bourbon. His guitar is custom aluminum and his tone is un-reproducable. He's always raging, raging in code! He would be a metal guitarist but is allergic to leather. Justin builds fires like a Boy Scout and will some day sail around the world pretending he's Capt'n Ahab. He's gotten in fistfights over music and once lifted 200 pounds "right over his head!"

   Adam Jackanapes

   Finding happiness and optimism in all things, Adam pursues a life of tranquil non-judgment. He teaches young people to always follow his dreams and be true to the code of the Ronin. In his spare time, he raises chickens, taking pride in what they'll fetch at market. A self-described "goon," Adam seeks out opportunities for adventure without too much danger. He plays a Fender Jazz bass because he wants to be Geddy Lee.

Jackanapes is a noise rock band of brothers from Chicago brought together by a love of whiskey and electricity.

The brothers grew up in separate college towns listening to each other’s opinions of bands like Sonic Youth, Fugazi, Mudhoney, The Jesus Lizard, The Cramps, The Kinks, and Black Sabbath, and authors like Burroughs, Shakespeare, Kafka, and Vonnegut. They also played in separate bands like Goat Boy, Lab Rat, Suburban Trash and thummer, but have realized they work best together. All former English majors, they fight about the relative “goodness” of stuff. They like things loud as fuck and their sound has been described as “a conscious effort to release their inner, wailing, monstrous chimp” and “preferred by those who are fans of lonely women, alcohol, abandoned rusty construction equipment, and cats.” Since the summer of 2013, they have played many great Chicago area establishments, including Reggies, Quenchers, Livewire Lounge, Silvie’s Lounge, The Drunken Donut, and Ultra Lounge. They play vulgar and hungry. They are often huddling in Justin’s Humboldt Park coach house and yard, drinking Tecate and Woodford Reserve, planning pranks, and discussing geopolitics. They are usually busy repairing Andrew’s drum kit DIY, which he regularly attempts to murder. He likes his sounds raw and explosive, and creates stick-kindling for many a backyard fire. And oh, please don’t touch Justin’s MESA amp – the settings are the way he likes them, okay? Without it, he wouldn’t get that sweet and salty atonality and dissonance reflecting his insomnious brainwaves. Also, Adam spent his kids’ college fund on his MESA, so please don’t tell them! But he’s so happy to be off the solid-state. They write music from right out of their white boy souls, channeling their “privileged anger” into creating songs speaking directly to their post-ape aggressive brethren. Adam often strings together lyrics from his drug and alcohol-induced-pocket-notebook-anti-social writing binges. He avoids sentimentality and mixes the avante-garde, philosophical, and political with the gritty, grimy, and disgusting, meaning Jackanapes will never chart anything or attract women. They await the call from the Great Albini - any time, incredible dude! They all grow beards, cheat on tests, and like grilling meats. Jackanapes recently released an album entitled Learning How to Curse on bigdumb records. Adjectives from fans describing the album include “loud and boozy,” “fun, gross, and poignant,” and “cool cover.”

The Jackanapes are a family full of history and pride. Our great-grandfather Ernell was a bathtub bootlegger in Wyoming before Prohibition. He was the most famous deviant since our misguided ancestor, Shakespeare Jackanapes, who tried to re-write all of the great Bard's tragedies to add happy, lovestory endings. That Hamlet where he wakes up at the end and tells Horatio, "Just fucking wit ya!" still brings down the house in Cincinnati. Our uncle Jackie fought against the Nazis in Illinois in the late 70s. Not to be outdone, our old Aunt Martha Jackanapes successfully lead a commune of hermaphroditic nudists on a crusade against motorcycle clothing restrictions in South Dakota in the mid-eighties. Most riders will admit she was a "strange beast," but there would be no Sturgis Rally without her. She was a feisty bitch we all admire! And most recently, our cousin Emmit successfully set the world record for both number and intensity of farts after eating TacoBell products. Last we heard he was still trying to set the record for most volume of shits from TacoBell products. Go Emmit!