Jet
Shine On

THE REVIEW

"L'Esprit d'Escalier" opens the show but is just an intro of a few seconds where the main theme of the song that will end the album is revisited: avoidable.
Following and opening the album is "Holiday", sung by Chris Cester. The track, especially the chorus, seems to have come from the pen of Franz Ferdinand: subjective to say whether that's a good or bad thing.
Finally, takeoff with the rock of "Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is"; the falsetto voice recalls Matthew Bellamy of Muse in "Supermassive Black Hole" and the song brings back the exciting frenzy of Get Born.
"Bring It On Back" starts quietly with a sweet tinkling keyboard and takes us into Floydian atmospheres directly extracted from Roger Waters' dark side.
The shake-up of "That's All Lies" doesn't allow time to think, it passes and overwhelms everything but without leaving indelible marks of satisfaction.
It's time for ballads for refined palates; "King Horses" and "Shine On" raise the album from a general mediocrity. Some parts of "Shine On" seem somewhat familiar but its brilliance reigns even over copyright doubts.
The rock resumes without frills with "Come On Come On". The nasal verse is very reminiscent of Liam Gallagher (Oasis), but the song is pure Jet style. Even the following "Stand Up", with flashes of Audioslave and Lenny Kravitz, keeps the quality of the album above average.
"Rip It Up" closes the trio of half-wonders again with electric guitars to submerge the peace of the senses.
"Skin And Bones" would be a good track if relegated to some mid-90s brit-pop album.
As Nic Cester did at the end of the first part of the album, Chris churns out two wonderful compositions, delighting the listener with the fusion of gentle acoustic guitars and effervescent melodies: "Shiny Magazine" emanates flavors of the '60s and "Eleanor", sung as a duo by the Cester brothers, would not look out of place in Simon & Garfunkel's discography.
Alas, "All You Have To Do" closes the dance. Despite a very catchy verse and piano, the Oasis-style monotony chorus ruins a song that deserved more attention.

After the stunning debut of 2003, Jet got lost in the depths of flatness.