Jet: Rip It Up


Mocking Australia’s

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 off to strut with all the dads that got this slice of retro aceness for Father’s Day before collapsing in a heap and wishing we were still young and dumb enough to enjoy it irony-free.