The Black Jetts

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Deep beneath the glitter and neon of Sin City lies a ferocious four-headed beast waiting to rip you apart with sonic fury, ravage your eardrums with relentless distortion and leave you begging for more. These bastard sons of rock & roll have been punishing all who defy them since 2002 and on-stage they explode with raw power; never relenting until the last table has been flipped over and everyone is on the floor drenched in sweat. They have fine-tuned their down-and-dirty sound and cultivated super hooks and even more super riffs crafting a sound that is new and fresh but still familiar like an old friend.
The Black Jetts are all about DA ROCK !! And they're also all about being LOUD !! I stood by the door and watched in amazement as this massive amount of wood and electronics was dragged into the Bunkhouse and assembled into position on stage. Roy plays through a full stack of Orange amps. Gabe plays through a full stack of Marshall amps. And Tom plays through a black bass cabinet as big as a small building, with 8 12" speakers in it. Nice. :-) Chad is still playing Roy's mis-matched drum set, and I'm wondering if he will even be heard over all that assemblage of speakers and amp heads to either side of him. Doesn't take them that long to get their heads on straight and before you know it, things are rocking. I had almost forgotten at how much the Black Jetts just play and live and breathe Rock 'N' Roll, and to watch them go about things was pretty sweet. I was in the mood for it, and they were dishing it out in big, heaping handfulls of sticky 70's goodness. Heavy New York Dolls. Heavy Alice Cooper. Worshipping at the altar of the MC5. And I got no problem with any of that... heh heh heh Roy is weeble-wobbling to and fro while laying down these fat, greasy, slinky rock god riffs, and his set-up is waaay louder than Gabe's, so he's the one you're hearing playing the tunes. Tom is right behind him, playing so fucking loud it's shaking everything in a 1oo yard radius, and he plays his bass like it's a guitar, running all over the fret board and playing bass solos mid-song every now and then. And he does it all while looking like he's somewhere else, if that makes any sense. Chad is just bashing the ever loving shit out of his drum set, usually with a psychotic grin on his face, trying his best to be heard, but the real soul of this band is Gabe. The guy just has an aura of Rock 'N' Roll permeating all about him. Looks, attitude, stage presence, vocal delivery. The guys got it all, and to watch him strutter and jump around and thrash about while playing his music is infectious. He makes you wanna rock out even more than you already are. It's hard not to. The Black Jetts play some real cool Rock 'N' Roll tuneage, and it's easy to see why the Review-Journal voted them Las Vegas' Best Rock 'N' Roll Band. It's in everything they do. Their little choreographed moves... the posturing... hell, even the stuff their singing about is 100% rock approved. No Poseurs here. Too legit to quit. They got the girls up front shaking their asses, and the guys in the audience wishing that they played that good. When Roy takes off his guitar and busts out the Theramin, you know it's the last song, and after an 8 minute full on rock-out-with-your-cock-out session, the band called it quits, confident in the fact that they just blew the roof off of the Bunkhouse. Quite a spectacle to see. It's good for your Soul. Cheers to the Black Jetts, who are the living proof that nothing can kill the Rock. Nothing.
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