Music

Hellooooo Time Out readership! Are you ready to rock? We said… ARE YOU READY TO ROCK? No? Well,why are you reading a Jet review then? Because Jet exist for one reason only – and that is to rock your blue suede socks off, maaan. Except, unfortunately for Jet, a few other people – such as the Rolling Stones, Deep Purple, AC/DC and Meat Loaf – had a similar idea before Jet were born, so there’s a fair chance your socks are already halfway across the room, rocked out and begging for mercy.

Still, although Jet are resolutely retro, they’re not quite the arse-picking muso-neanderthals they’re often portrayed as – in their native Oz the band hang out with likes of electro-disco heroes Cut Copy – so for their mature second album, Jet are eager to show that they’ve, like, grown artistically. As a result, alongside the  kerrang-ing blooze howl of ‘Rip It Up’, or the Jack ’n’ Coke-endorsed swagger of ‘Holiday’, we’re treated to their take on Beatles-y psych-pop (‘Come On Come On’) and even a surprisingly un-shit acoustic rumbler (‘Eleanor’).

Despite Jet’s failure of imagination, it’s a fair stab at moving onwards, but ultimately suggests that Jet exist solely because the bands who invented their sound went soft, split up or died.