Jet are the kind of big dumb shaggy-haired rock band where you're embarrassed to say you like them, but when you listen to their songs you can't figure out why exactly, because you're too busy rocking out hard. Even when they get all misguidedly artistically ambitious and channel the Beatles via the Vines, they're solid. They're repetitive, derivative, and boring, but at least they're trying.
Still not gonna even look at this album in the record store though.
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