Jet: Rip It Up
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 backfiring backlash blast of cynicism, we’re...
Jet
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 On’ is Jet having a stab at a gospel-elevated...
Jet: Shine On
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 AC/DC), and their debut ‘Get Born’ was a brilliant, energised blast...
Jet: Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
With the sad but predictable demise of Steve Irwin – famed annoyer of dangerous wildlife – at the poisoned tail of a stingray he didn’t see because he was probably waving his baby at it or something, and with only 12 people in Adelaide still...
Jet/The Stands/The Killers/The Ordinary Boys :...
Nipplegate? Who needs it? Over two weeks the NME Awards shows have given us enough drunken The Thrills , spills, and spontaneous chaos to suggest that in 2004 rock is in its rudest health for a decade, and tonight the b(r)east is yet to come....
Jet : London Camden Barfly
If Nick Sester is looking a little dazed, you can't really blame him. Jet 's debut UK show two days previously in Nottingham saw the audience go completely berserk: crowd surfing, storming the stage and leaving the band feeling, in their own...
