Review written by: Mark Harse

Australia's premier rock band launched a lightning raid on the Apple Isle, during the late hours of 21 and 22 November.

Touring to launch their new album " DO YA" the Jets unleashed their prodigious talent upon an audience that had clearly been starved of "Drums and guitars" for some time.

This is the Jets first album tour since founding member Grant Walmsley chose to leave the band and pursue his own musical interests, and some of the fans were openly wondering at the start of the Hobart gig "Have the Jets still got it?"

Nearly two hours later, no-one was asking that question. Not only do the Jets still have "it", they have more of "it" than ever before!

From the time that Izzy slammed the first chord of the night, it was clear this was an invigorated, supercharged, dangerous incarnation of a rock band that has been laying punters to waste from one side of Oz to the other for more than 18 years.

Live @ The Bridge Hotel Adelaide
27 January 2008
FASTER LOUDER REVIEW

There have been a lot of great bands that have come out of this country’s unique pub rock scene over the years. Some of these bands have succeeded overseas and continued on, while others have faded away after failing to break out onto the international scene. I’m talking about great acts such as AC/DC, Midnight Oil, INXS, Cold Chisel and Rose Tattoo. These bands are all legendary, hard working, hard rocking, hard drinking, Aussie rock superstars.

They gave it their all because music was all they lived for (or so it would seem). Unfortunately, in this day and age, pub rock is not what it used to be. The current Aussie rock favourites (Silverchair, Thirsty Merc, Powderfinger…etc,) look more like soft, lethargic, uni students, rather than rock legends; in my opinion at least. It seems that the closest you can get to the vibe of a real pub rock show nowadays is a country music show, which is great if you can handle twangy guitars and corny songs about utes. This brings me to my point for today- there are some rare exceptions to this modern day dilemma. With a huge sigh of relief, I can happily say, ‘Thank god for The Screaming Jets!’