I think Jeff Tweedy summed it up best when Chuck Klosterman made a crack about the King of Indie Rock’s son liking Jet. “Don’t you like rock music?” Tweedy asked. Well, don’t you?
Jet has somehow become the laughing stock of the Cool Elite. Sure, they sometimes look ridiculous in their obvious scruffiness and maybe we heard “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” one thousand times too many last year in every commercial not selling Buicks or prunes, but c’mon, that’s a killer track.
Pitchfork seems to think Jet’s new album is monkey piss. Maybe it is, but just like watching monkeys piss in their own faces, Jet entertains me. It makes me laugh. It makes me contort and jerk around. Shouldn’t rock and roll be as good as monkey piss?
All the usual suspects appear on Shine On: lots of AC/DC worthy screams and guitar tones; ass pounding drums and gut rattling bass; and a couple faggy ballads. What’s not to love? Don’t be an uptight dick.