Once upon a time, two people fell in love. This story could have ended right there if not for two things: The year was 1688 and the place was Salem, Massachusetts. When Jones (whose first name has been lost to history) moved to Salem he was immediately smitten with an 18 year-old redheaded beauty named Martha Corey. It was only a matter of days before Jones asked her father for permission to marry her. Permission was granted, and for over a year, the two lived in wedded bliss. Jones would work the farm by day and play his concertina for his new wife in the evening. Everything was wonderful, until…

During their second winter together, Martha was stricken with a mysterious illness. Martha, who was known throughout Salem to be a religious person, received nearly every clergy member of the town into her home to pray for her. Jones, however, had disappeared.

Jones returned almost six weeks later. He offered no explanation for where he’d been. His only concern was for his wife, who made a miraculous recovery immediately after Jones’ return.
Rumor spread like wildfire about where Jones was during his disappearance and how Martha could possibly recover so quickly. It was not long before Jones was accused of selling his soul to Satan in exchange for curing Martha’s illness.

At his trial, Jones did not speak a word in his defense. He only asked that his wife be taken care of. He was found guilty and hanged the next day. Martha was beside herself with grief. At the hanging, the Rev. Nicholas Noyes asked him to confess. Jones did not speak a word. Since it was believed Jones had sold his soul, he could not be buried on holy ground. He was buried in the forest with a simple stone marker that read “Jones, No Soul”.

Witch hunts are witch hunts and it wasn’t long before the town elders decided that Martha must have been somehow complicit in the witchcraft that cured her illness. Martha would not go as quietly as Jones, however. When the Rev. Nicholas Noyes asked her to confess to being a witch, her famous response to him was: “I am no more a witch than you are a wizard, and if you take away my life God will give you blood to drink.” Twenty-five years later, Noyes died of a hemorrhage, choking on his own blood.

Here we are hundreds of years later and we still have our witch hunts to contend with, and all kinds of affronts to personal freedom. For this reason, three brothers have banded together in the name of the man who died with honor rather than bow to the pressures of an evil system. Peanutbutter (guitar, vocals), GG (drums, vocals), and Roy (bass, vocals) are the unmerciful force known as NO SOUL JONES.