Ironically, this was sent to me via myspace. Still trying to figure out who the "rock critic" is.
Come see us at Kavarna Sept 26. Probably around 11pm. We will rock the hizzle. We also have amazingly cool t shirts.
-Bucky


If you were walking around East Atlanta Saturday night, you probably felt a low rock and rumble under your feet like a freight train coming perilously close to jumping the tracks.

I found myself tracking that rumble to a dingy, unmarked bar with sticky floors: paydirt for my craving for unbranded, unhinged music.

The baby-faced drummer was driving her kit deliriously, speeding towards a crash, the bass player right on her heels keeping up very LOUDLY, the kind of loud that moves your shirt when you stand in front of the bass rig. The guitar player fronting the band sang demanding, sexy lyrics, playing deranged, screaming, guitar and yelling out bandstand arrangements.

Between tacky adverts for dance parties and Karaoke night, the disco-ey, splashy screen on the wall showed a black and white projection of an angry, angelic female face bearing down on whoever might notice, the letters "JBJ" sewn on her lips. JET BLK JOY Saturday night at 9 at My Sister's Room. Ah, yes, a gay bar.

Ah, yes. It's why I still go out. This retired "rock critic" revived enough to try to put some words together to alert you to JET BLK JOY.

We'll see how long they last. Bitterness seemed not far below the surface as the band played to a sparse, shell-shocked audience. Yes! Bitterness! A reason to live! A reason to write!

I didn't find out about this band at some annoying, predatory "music conference" with "panel discussions" from "industry people" or via some life and time sucking social network bombarding me with friend requests from bands I'll never see. I just stumbled in on a band, just like the ones I used to write about. Bands like those don't care if you like them or not. I'm sure they'll still out there, bands like that. It's me that's become lazy, not them.

"Let's make shit up and start a band." That's how JET BLK JOY hit me. Yeah, go friend 'em. Find out where they're playing. You might surprise yourself and be rocked, too. You can even bring along your bitterness. They won't care.