JET
GET BORN
ELEKTRA

LINKS:
jettheband.com

Pink sparkle lip gloss calf-skin elf boots bell-bottoms platform shoes peace signs shaggy beards jangley tambourines raw dirty ’69 Marshalls cranked up to sonic boom delirium happy-go-lucky super groovy lyrics crooned with Brit-mod braggadocio.
From the energized, guitar-drenched opener, “Last Chance”, which puts singer Nic Cester front and center as half hippie court jester, half flamboyant Mick Jagger wannabe to the fragile acoustic ballad “Timothy”, the boys from the Melbourne, Australia-based quartet Jet, take you on a wild, care-free acid-trip back to an era in rock that oozed sex and psychedelics, yet had an innocence that has since been long lost. Some might pass them off as imitators, riding on the coattails of rock legends such as The Rolling Stones, The Who and AC/DC, but imitation rarely sounds this good.

By now, everyone should know “Are You Gonna Be My Girl”, the big hit song with the big riffs, powerhouse melodies and greasy vocals, but there are plenty of other songs on this CD that rock. Take “Rollover D.J”, for example; a booze-fueled rock song full of chunky riffs, melodic drums (how rare is that today?) and sensational, soulful vocals. “Get What You Need” is another rockin’ song in the same vein as the Rolling Stones, as far it’s balance between rockin’ out and down-home rhythm and blues. While tracks such as “Cold Hard Bitch” are full of the testosterone driven stomp of AC/DC.

Get Born isn’t without a few soft, tender offerings though. There is “Look What You’ve Done”, for instance. An emotive acoustic piece that features delicate vocals and melancholy pianos, it’s a nice break from the ‘whomp and stomp’ of the rest of the CD. The outro, “Timothy” is a similar styled song that’s soft enough to ease us to the end, but edgy and dissonant enough not to lull us to sleep.

So, that’s Jet. They aren’t original (then again, how many bands, today, are original?), but they’ve done a darn good job at reviving, in a sense, a type of rock n’ roll that’s been wrongfully kicked by the wayside by many contemporary artists. In my opinion, the musicianship heard in much of classic rock n’ roll is superior to that of most contemporary material. Jet proves that such talent still exists. Really outta sight, man. Really outta sight.

----Eric V. White