When I was 18 my friend made me buy a $50 ticket with him to go and see Mystery Jets at The Hi-Fi so he could try and score with some girl he met on last.fm. Similarly to their latest release, the evening ended in disappointment for all. The type of insipid indie-rock you’d expect to hear from a Croydon high school three-piece who think they’re alternative because they bought a reissue of Transatlanticism on vinyl.
Mystery Jets : Someone Purer
