Peter Terry & The City Profits

Last week, Indianapolis native and new Nashville resident Peter Terry released his debut full-length album I AM JACKSON. The album is more radio-friendly than many of the artists we feature on Thought on Tracks. However, its accessibility has nothing to do with an overproduced sound or stale, flavorless songwriting. Quite the opposite, this album gains its mass appeal by addressing those universal emotions and experiences that appear in almost every walk of life: the regrets of a drunken night out with the boys, the first breaths of a new relationship, boyhood crushes and a dance with the devil.

The other element driving the band’s pop appeal is Terry’s singing. These are not the smoke-worn crackles of a road weary blues man, nor are they the off-pitch screams that currently dominate certain segments of the indie scene. Terry’s voice is trained, soaring to heights only reached after years spent honing an incredible natural ability. If this is a crime, it is certainly a crime worth committing.

I AM JACKSON. begins with the steady thump of the bass drum and a filthy, foreboding riff on the double bass. Clashing stabs on the acoustic cut through the bass line as “Stripper Song” builds into the chorus. As the song’s title suggests, the lyrics meditate on the beauty of a talented dancer observed through drunken eyes. The song closes in a whirlwind, with the cello and bass trading textures as effectively as harmonies. Listen:


For me, the album hits its stride on “Piece of Art.” The song starts with a bouncy, walking bass line and simple snare pattern. Terry’s vocals float above the rhythm, lamenting on the frustrations of long distance love. A descending piano line signals the bridge as a raucous horn section fills out the remainder of the song. Female background vocalists serve as the icing on this auditory cake, adding a call and response that combines to create one helluva guilty pleasure.

“Godmother” is another track that has the potential to dominate the playlist of every college co-ed within earshot. The song features some of Stephen Juergensen’s best riffs on cello. Terry’s chorus is one that engrains itself in the listener’s mind, resurfacing in subconscious mutterings throughout the day. He shouts proudly, “My baby don’t take shit from no man / And if you trust it gives you the back hand / Said my baby don’t take shit from no man / If trouble comes, she keep left, she keep heart, she keep it on movin’”

With each successive spin of I AM JACKSON., the more convinced I become that Nashville is the perfect stage for Terry & The Profits to call home. Though country would hardly be described as a major influence, the prevalence of strings make the album immediately relatable to that audience. With country fans accounting for an increasingly larger portion of CD sales, Nashville maintains deep ties with the radio industry. And this album deserves radio play.

Pick up a copy of I Am Jackson. on iTunes or stream it via Spotify. Buy it for your girlfriend and watch her heart melt. Buy it for your mother and wait for her to inevitably say, “I didn’t realize they still made albums like this.” Buy it for yourself and discover what five talented musicians and an astounding voice sound like when they’re making the music that they love.

Written by Rob Peoni - Thought On Tracks

"Along with his polished and fine tuned vocals, his sound is also raw, explorative and fresh." - Laura Pollina, makesyoucooler.com (Jul 14, 2010)

"Like most singer-songwriters, he writes about love and life. But his unbelievable voice and upbeat yet chill tune is what sets him apart from other Chicago artists. Well worth your time to check him out, drop his name and look cooler." - Laura Pollina, makesyoucooler.com (Jul 14, 2010)

"How it happened, it's not clear but somehow G Love, Amos Lee and Elton John all donated their swimmers to Carly Simon and Peter Terry's (adoptive) parents simply kept it hush hush. Nonetheless, this family secret of Peter Terry's origin will not last long as soon everyone will be hearing of him." - Paul Farahvar, shoeshine boy productions