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Mystery Jets
I'll get the two most often commented upon facts concerning Mystery Jets out of the way first of all, so we can concentrate on the music. Guitarist Henry Harrison is singer Blaine Harrion's father. Point number two, Mystery Jets have been open in their admiration for progressive rock. A refreshing change from the norm are Mystery Jets, everything about them is different from your regular new indie-guitar band. The look, the lyrics, the music, the time signatures. Often, Mystery Jets come across as XTC circa 1984 fast-forwarded in time twenty years to the present. Not the base punk-rock version of XTC mind you, Mystery Jets spread their influences wide to sound unlike any other single new band this decade. They play rock-pop music, they haven't reinvented the wheel, but they stretch their own limitations. Thus the strange time signatures, instrumentation and use of backing harmonies, something almost unheard of in this day and age. Most bands have trouble finding a lead singer who can sing, let alone produce two or three part harmony vocals reliably. So, what about that music then? Well, the prog-rock comparisons are misleading, Mystery Jets have no classically influenced guitar or keyboard solos at all. They don't sound like Victorian court-jesters either, they sound modern. Yet, after the brief intro of, er, 'Intro', we're plunged straight into the quirky 'You Can't Fool Me Dennis'. A pop song with eccentric lyrics squeezed into a pop structure and using little instrumental touches to raise the track above the mediocre. It's a catchy piece, and no mistake. It was 'Purple Prose' that convinced me, though. I've sat through endless new guitar bands in the past few years and only Mystery Jets have caused me to actually applaud at the end of a tune. 'Purple Prose' contains the lyric "I'm a tourist", a simple enough hook to fit into a chorus, you might think, and you'd be right. Rather than sing it straight though, they sing "I'm a tooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrr-aaaaaaaaah-oooooooorist. Aaaaaaaaaaah-oooooooorist", then follow this to sing about Cairo and oysters. Hither and dither indeed, as the song goes. It's magnificent, and one of the best new songs i've heard in an awfully long time. Ah, Mystery Jets return, having sacked their father and gone eighties pop. Well, not entirely, yet on quite a few tracks they use very eighties sounding synths in the background and, even more shockingly, it works. They discover how to write cracking pop songs too, in the vein of Peter, Paul and John. Mystery Jets own 'Young Folks' then is 'Young Love', they even recruit a female singer, Laura Marling. Ah, ah! Laura Marling is a goddess, so we don't mind that. She sounds a little Debbie Harry in this context too, rather sexy. Following such a pop gem we have another, 'Half In Love With Elizabeth'. The eighties synths parp away in the background, the bass lines are strong and the vocals verily hook-laden. Two such gems arriving side by side is like having a few slices of black forrest gateux all to yourself. You wouldn't want the whole thing though, or you'd be sick. Mystery Jets thankfully haven't forgotten completely the weirder, artier side of themselves and also provide some other kinds of gems to provide the sour to the sweet, so to speak. Before we go there, 'Two Doors Down' is the very best eighties/noughties hybrid i've heard in my entire life - they've managed to really plug into something here, offering 'newness' alongside music to please thirty and fourty somethings. As Frank Zappa once said, 'A little nostalgia for the old folks.' Mystery Jets started life as some weird prog/indie pop hybrid and have evolved to the stage they are now at, an intelligent indie-pop, 80s glancing band creating quirky and occasionally irresistably well crafted songs - you can place them alongside Super Furry Animals if it makes you feel better although I don't like making such comparisons. Five minutes is too long for a rocky/poppy/indie song though and this is something Mystery Jets do a lot, get a good idea and melody that's almost but not quite strong enough and try and make an epic production out of it, 'Alice Springs' being one of the worst bloated offenders, a five minute song with enough ideas for around two minutes. It makes an average ELO albums seem like MTV Unplugged. They get it absolutely right however with the gorgeous harmony vocals and lazy feel of 'It's Too Late', a mini-pop masterpiece with weary lead vocals, those lovely backing oohs and aahs and pounding, Hal Blaine style drums. Overall yes, It's a Dennis Wilson beach-boys type song circa early Seventies and of course, I adore that. More please. Less please of 'Waiting On A Miracle', heavy-handed drums merge into the other instrumentation with the guitar becoming a rhythm, the bass not enough to be the lead and the vocals providing the only real melodic impetus. It all sounds a little messy and clumsy. |
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