Rollover DJ

>  Well I know you think you’re a star,   

A pill-poppin’ jukebox is all that you are.

(, Jet) For some reason, I’m always a little bit behind what the rest of the world is listening to. For example, I just heard Jet – a band that apparently everyone else is sick of hearing because they’ve been all over the radio. Oh. Maybe I should start listening to a bit more radio then. So much of it here is crap though, and the stuff that isn’t crap is only that way relative to everything else.

But I digress (and have probably broken a few “cool rules” in this self-consciously cool land of coffee and trams). Jet rocks. Bands like the White Stripes might rock this way too, but only when they’re jumping around in their lounge room, singing along to old Aerosmith songs. Get Born is a diverse release, ranging from folky blues/country to a kind of hard, gritty pop, to full-on, unrepentant rawk with tinges of the surf/ska/punk thing that the Red Hot Chili Peppers used to be pretty good at.

But because you’re cooler than me, gentle reader, you already know about them, you’ve already heard the music, read the stories, and might have even jumped around the lounge room, singing along with Are you gonna be my girl or one of their other very singable tunes.

In a futile effort to regain some cool points, I’m off to see Human Genome Project this evening at The Tote.