Five years and three albums since their inception, is where we find Jets to Brazil at this moment. Having stepped out of the long, tall shadow of being "a supergroup" and grown into simply being "a band" -- a band that happens to be one of the most cultishly adored in the American independent underground. Now they present us with their masterwork- Perfecting Loneliness - a beautiful record about, ironically enough, failure."It's about a search for God, search for love, and the failure to find both," explains frontman Blake Schwarzenbach. "I wrote half the songs while alone on a farm in Nova Scotia for six weeks. Alot of the album is definitely a product of that isolation," he laughs. "They began as folk songs, and they seemed like risky propositions. Simple songs with sophisticated themes," Schwarzenbach adds.
The album's apex, it's closing track, "Rocket Boy," which is seven minutes of pure heartbreak, is emblematic. "You didn't want a witness / And I didn't want to see / You living on your knees." "It's about a chronic fuck-up, someone in a cycle of failure that's addictive," says Schwarzenbach. Don't be mistaken though, Perfecting Loneliness isn't entirely a fixation on the bleak folds of life, but rather a record where the characters are caught up in the cracked romance of humanity from the so-unsatisfied and slash n' burn sentiments of "Disgrace" to the determined, quiet hope in "Cat Heaven" and the self-depreciating sting of "Lucky Charm." The record encounters an existential topography in all of its attendant randomness, accidents and inspirations.Musically, we find Jets arching to create something bigger than themselves, and succeeding. With most of the 12 tracks coming in at five and six minutes, they are allowing room for deeper instrumentation, dispensing glowing melancholy with ornate orchestration. Easily Jets most cogent work to date, the band is clearly the sum of its parts - from Brian Maryansky's blazing leads, to Chris Daly's perfectly understated drumming to Jeremy Chatelain's buoyant basslines. "We wanted to let this record breathe, play less, and not have everything so tightly wound and plotted this time," Blake explains. The sweeping expanse heard in Loneliness was made possible through panoramic sunset melodies, inconsolable lights-out pop reckoning and the sort of excited, elastic splendor that tends to show up on debut albums. Blissed-out solos contend with emotionally resonant, undone piano jams. On Perfecting Loneliness the Jets at last stake claim to a gorgeous world that's entirely, wholly theirs.
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