Jetplane Landing Review From Logo Magazine

A Modern Day Thin Lizzy

Jetplane Landing are one of the few last bastions of independent culture the UK has. Though endless amateur bands cite themselves as ‘independent’ after that first rehearsal where ‘yeah that bit of the third jam sounded quite good’: useless rockers playing minor variants on Led Zeppelin songs, baggy indie kids adamant of a second wave of shit and aspiring Jim Morrisson's confident that obesity and a grating personality will ensure future stardom.

There’s also a thriving punk scene. It’s always thrived and it always will. It’s a community, closely connected and fiercely protective. Gigs are communal events, not shows for entertainments sake.

So Jetplane Landing sit atop this punk scene. Too pop based to indulge in the wash of thrash kids love to mosh to, too heavy in dissonance to please the market and snuggle next to Franz Ferdinand, they’re left to their own devices such as: a) starting an independent label, b) recording albums of calculated soul detonation and c) touring for endless months to be able to afford such a hobby-horse.

It’s a good thing that they’re live shows combine the politicised sonic fury of Fugazi and squish it into two-and-a-half-minute pop songs, ‘Calculate The Risk’ an ode to failed expression, “I tried to be angry-but failed to make the killer speech.” The music sounds like a modern day Thin Lizzy: harmonised pop hooks, three part harmonies and buzz-saw chugging. Amen.

Further slabs of their latest album ‘Once Like A Spark’ are similarly delightful affairs.

‘Brave Gravity’ is propulsive punk-pop heaven as heads bob furiously on and off stage, necks taut, cheeks red and eyes bulging. What hits is the way their hard-core ethos is made sparkly by spraying pop melodies everywhere, and similarly the way their pop melodies are infused with anxious soul. Live this combination is vacuous and all engulfing as its fed through a deafeningly loud sound-system. If they were a recipe they’d have all those fat TV chefs rolling in their own slurps in admiration of such a tasty combination.

Their demeanour is humble, in accordance with all good punk music: “We just want to thank everyone here tonight for coming along. As a band constantly on the edge of bankruptcy, you don’t understand what it means to us” Andrew Ferris scats before concluding the show. Once more necks tighten throughout as no-wave bass-lines crash into four-to-the-floor beats and the harmonies resume.

Jetplane Landing make me glad I like guitar music, that’s the greatest compliment I can offer.

- Jonathan Falcone, Logo Magazine