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DELTRON 3030 RECOMMENDED: Mystery Jets – ‘Serotonin’
I’ve been sitting on this one since July. Yeah I know, I’m a slacker. Seeing as they’re playing at The Troubadour tonight I figured I should send this thing out already. The Mystery Jets are a fairly unique British band. They started playing together when they were very young, and one of the bands members include a lead singer with Spina Bifida…and his dad, who just so happens to be one of the coolest dads around. Listening to this album is like watching Ken Griffey Sr. and Jr. hitting back-to-back jacks…but with more hooks and less steroids. People have criticized the simple lyrics on some of the songs (EX: “Have you heard all the birds and bees have STDS“), but I’m not about to do that. As I mentioned the dude writing these tracks suffers from fucking Spina Bifida so I don’t need that bad karma. Plus, the simplicity is exactly what has me drawn in. The album is chock full of simple hooks, infectious whistles, and easy to sing along choruses. Each track sounds like it was hand-crafted to be that one hit single that would finally break them big in the States. If I ever listened to the radio I would state, without fear of being snickered at, that this is one of the most radio friendly albums I’ve listened to this year. I dare you to not like it.
Sadly due to poor health the touring band had to replace the “Old Dog” with someone more physically equipped to handle the rigors of the road. Truth be told the lead singer probably just wanted to get his rock star debauchery on and felt a little restrained by having his pops around. I mean do you think Robert Plant’s dad was cheering him on when Plant and Page were banging groupies with a mud shark dildo? How do you look your parents in the eyes at Thanksgiving after an incident like that?
Heads up LA, Tickets are still available. If your Friday night is looking bleak perhaps consider brightening it up with a healthy dose of “Serotonin.”
Score: 8/10