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most regressive knuckle-dragging rawk revivalists would be like lining up near-death fairground goldfish in a kerosene laced-barrel and shooting them with a bazooka. So rather than top ourselves in a…

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Jet doing anything other than testicles-on-the-bar sweat-rock is a bit like Jackass’ Steve-O doing anything other than blasting fireworks out of his anus – it’s just not right. Alas, ‘Shine…

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When Jet emerged three years ago, they were a wonderful, denim-clad throwback. The Cester brothers were an Antipodean Noel and Liam (though far more in thrall to The Faces and…