You’d think after all this time that bands like Jet Lag Gemini would just go away. You know the formula by now: throw in one part pop guitar spewing power chords, one part bass guitar playing paint-by-numbers, one part drummer who can hold a backbeat and go double time at the choruses when necessary, and one part young male vocalist/musician who can sing about the pains of friendships and chicks and do it with soaring melodicism. Yuck. It’s the kind of warmed-over glop that has been populating various “Tony Hawk” video game soundtracks for too many years now and it’s on full display here in the tracks throughout Fire the Cannons. Jet Lag Gemini and bands of its ilk are the last thing on any meter measuring originality. This is safe, dumb, and ultimately boring pop played out for the 14- to 17-year-old-crowd with nary a care in the world. (Doghouse Records, 2008)
