Hopeless Jack / Press

“The band takes old-school blues and refinishes the gritty riffs with a veneer of showmanship. They're simple and they're loud and that's why we love them.”

“They were performing on stage and a bunch of gorgeous burlesque dancers kept rotating onto the stage and danced while the band performed. It wasn’t long before my attention was more on the band’s music and not the ladies.”

“Anyone doubting that rock 'n' roll can still be dangerous needs only to hear the whisky-haggard tone of Biesel's voice to know it is still as dangerous as a cornered wildcat.”

“On further reflection, the wildcat in question may actually be Biesel's drummer, Smilin' Pete Thomas, whose whirlwind performances are best viewed from a safe distance.”

“A stirring guitar and drum duo from Portland that marries early punk and North Mississippi blues beautifully.”

“Like a good Walter Hill movie, they took the raw meat of the macho hoochie-coochie-man archetype, stuck its tounge firmly in its cheek, slapped it on the grill and cranked the heat all the way up.”

“Their sound is thick, something you have to dig into, like the grit at the bottom of a strong pot of coffee or that last puff of an unfiltered cigarette.”

“Portland, Ore., blues duo Hopeless Jack and the Handsome Devil sounds like capital T-rouble and performs like a boxer fighting his way out of a corner.”

“These boys play a raucous, racing blues-rock that harkins back to the days of tending to the still all night. Hopeless Jack croons and wails as Smilin’ Pete lays down a frantic rhythm that drips of Keith Moon.”

“This duo is built for comfort and for speed.”

“It only took a handful of songs to get most of the audience on their feet. By the time that HJ & THD played their full-throttle finale, just about everybody was dancing, clapping and whooping. Friggin' glorious.”

“These boys play a raw, energetic style of dirty blues that is sure to convince first-time listeners that they are truly carrying the torch that fellow-PDX bluesmen and now-defunct Hillstomp once carried authoritatively through these parts in years past.”

“The boys play some kind of high-speed, All-American, howling roots, my-dog-died-but-who-cares-if-I’ve-got-whiskey rock and roll. They bang it out with all of the frenzy of the Stooges combined with a shock-and-awe strut gleaned from the early-era bluesmen..., [and] the sexed-up chaos of their stage show is a thing not to be missed.”

“Call these guys the ever-touring duo. Hopeless Jack and the Handsome Devil spent all summer on the road, zig-zagging across the country with their whiskey-infused, howlin’ at the moon blues. When the tour was finished they only spent two weeks recuperating in Portland before taking off again. Talk about being “addicted to the white line”. Keep your eyes open, they could arrive in your town any minute now.”

“Hopeless Jack’s performances lend a feeling that at any moment the duo could disappear in a whirlwind of flames, laughing like the Lucifer.”

“These guys combined the brute force of Led Zeppelin with the heedless, careening velocity of Hound Dog Taylor (the blues' answer to the Ramones).”

“Hopeless Jack's soulful, tough-as-nails baritone growl would have given Mike Ness larynx envy, and he matched it with his loud, dirty, heavy slide guitar (which he played so hard that, as he said when he stopped to retune it, he "knocked it down six keys").”