Harry Jakamarra has a voice that stops you dead in your tracks. A punchy, Springsteen-esque growl that’s imbued with the rugged texture of the West Australian desert where he grew up.
Harry’s songs are truly Australian . . . just like ‘Wake in Fright’. A Kimberley Cowboy turned Mad Max, Harry tours in a vegie oil powered fire engine he converted to a house. He tears the roof off Pilbara pubs and southern sit-down gigs alike with his dry Guitar picking and dark, twisted lyrics.
He’s inspired by Warumpi Band, Midnight Oil and Gillian Welch. Warped by studying Indian Classical on the banks of the Ganges River, and narrowly escaping a Tuareg uprising in Timbuktu. Coloured by a life spent on the road, Harry’s music is the most genuine thing you will hear this year. His songs
have the poetic staying power of Wilfred Owen, Paul Kelly and Hank Williams.