Jet.Sons
3.1.5

THE REVIEW

Are you familiar with the very first Mudhoney? Do you know the Supersuckers from "The Smoke Of Hell"? Were you there for the garage revival of the '90s? Okay, I'll stop.

I find myself holding a strange disc, the debut work of yet another Italian band, and a cover... have you seen it? It looks like a Japanese punk 'n' roll production!

Having confirmed there are no family ties between the Italian Jet.Sons and bands like Teengenerate or Guitar Wolf, I prepare to listen to the offering of these complete unknowns.

Oh my, to be honest, there are a couple of pieces of information about them, apart from their geographical origin. They are a garage band, as already mentioned, at the time under contract with Toast Records. It was 1998.

If the Jet.Sons are still active or dissolved, I have no way of knowing. In this sense, I appeal to you and your endless knowledge of the Italian underground.

The album opens with the notes of the devastating "Weekend." The ghosts of Mark Arm, the Sonics, and that of a very young Kurt Cobain (from the "Bleach" era) materialize. A direct, visceral piece and certainly captivating.

It continues with "Monsters," which is another electric shock of considerable intensity.

"Toy" is characterized by a "slacker" and slightly Nirvana-esque approach.

With "Last Another Time," we move along similar lines. In "Mother's Nature Son," the notes are few and well-calibrated. A claustrophobic track and certainly different from all the others.

After two more tracks, still raw and badass, we reach the end of this brief journey into the guts of rock 'n' roll. "Wonder Potion" doesn't add anything new, but it clearly reaffirms the group's line. At least from a musical standpoint.

An album not essential but certainly enjoyable for those who love the rougher, rawer side of rock 'n' roll. A promise of the Italian underground sadly forgotten. And once again, the anger grows.