Jets To Brazil

Four Cornered Light (Jade Tree)
by Tim Den

There are two bandwagons to chose from when discussing Jets To Brazil: Worship them as lyrical gods on a pop streak, or hate them as if they’d raped your mother. I reject both mainly because Jets To Brazil isn’t important enough to evoke either extreme. Anal Cunt or G.G. Allin they definite are not, nor are they The Merrymakers or Ben Folds Five. Jets To Brazil are neither shitty enough nor super-spectacular enough for people to get all worked up over. Go fuss about the new PJ Harvey or Eminem, and leave this ordinary pop rock band free of controversy. Jets To Brazil are just doing their thing, however “regular” it is. Vocal melodies that are supposed to be catchy but really aren’t, surrounded by an assortment of instruments that are supposed to flesh out the mood but really don’t. Basically, Four Cornered Night could be thrown into the so-called “Beatles pop” section of the record store and no one would pick it out as anything special. Should you even shell out bucks for an album that is so average? Maybe, if you have dough left after first buying the Chris Cornell solo album, the last Starmarket, and Starflyer 59.
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