Jet's ubiquitous 2003 single, Are You Gonna Be My Girl? set
them on such a meteoritic rise to fame, that it was very easy to
forget that their debut album, Get Born was at times a revivalist
shocker, often badly aping The Beatles and The Stones,
and at their worst, sounding like a Oasis tribute band.
However, there was enough on there to convince sceptic critics,
especially in their native Australia, that behind the blues-rock
swagger and the atrocious lyrics there was a crowd-pleasing rock act
just waiting to burst out.
Nothing much has changed on the first single from their second
album, Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is. They've nicked the
introduction wholesale from the Rolling Stones' (I Can't Get No)
Satisfaction. The lyrics are an abomination. And the guitar solo? Don't even get me started. However, it
seems a little fruitless to criticise the single too much, as whatever
bitter and twisted hacks like me can throw at it, Put Your Money... will
play just as well as their previous singles at indie clubs across the
country, and, like cockroaches, Jet will survive by doing what they've
been doing very well for their entire lifetime. Resistance is futile.