Work hard and party even harder – Since 1993 the four lost souls of Jack Frost have been indestructibly braving the endless spiral around a painful struggle and a somewhat useless oblivion, all that in an illustrious community of gloom rock devotees. with 7 artefacts so far the Austrian rock’n’roll sickos have been cultivating their bastard of doom metal derivates and gothic glam flamboyance, not without fattening it with lyrical borderline experiences of life and suffering of the underdog, glamour and misery of the damned. “and tears may fall, however, their impact on the ground feels like an earth quake”, Robert Müller (metal hammer) states, regarding the pathbreaking album “Gloom Rock Asylum”. “with their inimitable coolness Jack Frost are leaving all those pseudo-dark baddies miles behind”, Legacy Magazine comes to a quite similar conclusion. Jack Frost are restless fellows who are belting out their reports from the rotten swamps of their existences from stages in Europe as frequently as they seem to drift from one label to another.

Now the gloom rock bastards have found a new home in Silverdust records. Just in time with their 15th anniversary they let the earth tremble with the follow-up to their outstanding opus “Wannadie Songs” of 2005.

Matured but not aged gentlemen Phinster, Morales, Gloom and Rossos showcase their most energetic and various facette. “My Own Private Hell” impresses with the obvious demonstration that Jack Frost are not willing to make any concessions but just write the songs they goddamn feel to write. The result is that songs like the filthy and masculine opener “dirty old man”, the bluesy and country-like “in misery” as well as the cover song of the completely unknown austrian 80ies wave band The Priests “Red Roses Day” are as out of character for Jack Frost as they are characteristic for their new album. compared with its predecessor Jack Frost are more rocking in the mid-tempo vein again. they seem to raise the dirty guitar solo to a stylistic device of dark and gloomy rock, provide melancholy in the shape of 4-minutes songs and prove a sense for the 60ies once more raping the John Denver classic “Leaving on a jet plane”. “

My Own Private Hell” is telling stories of being caught in the twilight zone between boredom, drinking, ex-girlfriends and what others consider normal life. autobiographical? Not always. Authentic? Absolutely.