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apologies if i've missed a thread from a while back
it took the how long to come up with a pretty shit comeback?? well done boys...
JET can suck my genetically enhanced cock
i'm embarrassed for them.
Come on then, Jet, make some rock and roll then. Still waiting.
THAT review= best. review. ever.
the review of the first album is even better: http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/4338-get-born/
who needs words!
"Oh my god, this is terrible. Jet! Come here. Stop playing. Listen, you guys are not going over at all. I can count the people out there on one fist. You better bail out quick."
"Dude, I don't understand. We sound like everyone's favorite old rock bands, we have insipid lyrics, we say 'Come On!' and 'Oh Yeah!' every five seconds, we have no discernable identity, and we're from Australia. What could people possibly dislike about us?"
"No idea, brah. Listen, why don't you do one more song, like about how DJs aren't actually musicians and you don't get how they pull tail."
"Oh, you mean 'Rollover DJ'? The one that goes, 'You've been playing other people's songs all night,' right?"
"Yes, that is exactly the song I'm talking about."
that's some top class rhyming.
i don't know what i was expecting. dreadful.
the least versatile band ever?
I don't want to subject myself to actually LISTENING to it
I've just realised this is an old thread. So, probably don't bother then, or whatever.
Snap your fingers, all you hipsters.
Ironic bullshit, I don't wanna talk about that.
Get your closeup, set up your profile.
I don't believe you, well, I'm gonna teach you, go!
(Now you're dancing)
One Hipster, One Bullit.
I got my finger on the trigger and I want to pull it.
Some people like me now, some they don't.
But, I know what I like, and I love rock n roll.
There's so much dead weight, I can't see straight.
But, I don't believe you, here comes the preacher, go!
Check, check, check, check, check your head at the door.
You little pitchfork whore, at your thrift store.
You are a fucking bore, you make me sick!
(Now you're dancing)
At the beauty bar, you're a fucking star.
I got my finger on the trigger and I want to pull it, bang!