Jaguar 777: Jaguar 777
(Eleventh Hour)
LP | DL
Out 6th February, 2026
Highly anticipated debut album from Jaguar 777 wraps their lustful Bad Seeds-meets-Suicide sounds in velvet-lined desires. Step enticed into their world.
This album, or rather whisperings of this album, has been brewing for some time now, and finally, it is here. From the rust-belt of Ohio, Jaguar 777 bring a psychedelic, organ-led trip through a twisted Lynchian love-affair nightmare. Seductive and sultry, the duo revel in a restrained intensity, one that burns through embers and threatens to ignite at any moment.
After the demise of his previous duo, Archie And The Bunkers, Emmett O’Connor took sound, the basis, stepped out from behind the blistering drum attacks, and hooked up with performance artist Kacie Marie. Together, as Jaguar 777, they have pushed their own boundaries further afield. As O’Connor shared stages with such legends as The Sonics, The Mummies, Dick Dale, and Iggy Pop, Marie was busy crafting her own “sexual antipop” with multiple Grammy-nominated producer Joel Hamilton, alongside her burgeoning success as a multi-disciplinary artist. However, it is in the shared space between the two where their common nightlife ground is found, each feeding off the other to create an album that is truly cinematic.
After the brief Introduction, early single Danger At My Heels sets the tone with its dangerous seduction. The single was produced by King Khan, if ever a stamp of garage approval were needed, and mastered, just in case you needed another, by Tim Warren of Crypt Records, who has also mastered the full album. The off-kilter organ stabs, sporadic guitar strums, over a simple drum machine allow the duo’s vocals to the very fore, amplifying their allure, their modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, eye to eye and drowning in one another.
Where songs like Falling surge slowly with an intense drama, a high priest and siren call leading you into a sound that somehow manages to straddle Suicide, Portishead, and the Bad Seeds, Leave You Blue simply breathes its melody in dreamlike beauty. The shifts are subtle, screenswipes to reveal a new plot. Rarely do they make a sudden move, save for the leap from ’68 Bullet into Death Ride, O’Connor channelling his inner Iggy in his delivery while Marie continues the enticing call from beneath, equally haunting and captivating.
It is clear that the duo have their eyes set on the visual. The song titles themselves read like a lost Lynch, the next Coen Brothers’ film; Velvet On The Razor’s Edge, Midwest Promo Man, The Flying Cowboy Rides Again, just three of them. From the tracklisting, they are already conjuring images in the mind’s eye, preparing you for what is to come. And it does not disappoint.
Slide inside the world of Jaguar 777 and take a trip.
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All words by Nathan Whittle. Find his Louder Than War archive here.
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