Every so often a band like Jet
comes along that proves the rules of making records can be
safely ignored. The Australian quartet's debut EP, Dirty Sweet
(Elektra), arrived earlier this year like a splash of cold water
to the face. Featuring raw garage-rock songs leavened with
simple hooks, it sounds like a collection of forgotten Stooges
demos. But even among rock's current class of stripped-down
revivalists, Jet sound less like they are re-creating the
musical past than stumbling on something for the first time.
"For us, there was no game plan," says drummer and songwriter
Chris Caster of the group's unstudied approach.
After percolating in the Melbourne pub scene, Jet
was handpicked by the Rolling Stones to be an opening act on the
Australian leg of this year's Licks tour. Listening to the
group's first full-length, Get Born, it's easy to see how the
Stones might have heard echoes of their former selves in Jet's
gnashing mess of bluesy rock. Jet's classically rocking live
shows have also sparked near hysterical enthusiasm for the band
in the United Kingdom. "At our first show in England, people
were trying to grab the microphone and steal our set lists,"
recalls guitarist and singer Nic Cester (Chris's older brother).
"Girls were like, 'Sign my nipples!" But he adds, "I suspect
that the crazy things haven't really happened yet."
Dimitri Ehrlich is a contributing music editor
for Interview. |