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Our very own Mr William Rees guesting with the incredible Jade Bird on #thejimmyfallonshow last night 🔥

Neighbourhood weekender is nearly here. Please feel free to come and cheer. After, perhaps we'll have a beer? Hope this message reads sincere. Love, Mystery Jets Xxx

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Summer 19 we got you 💚

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We are delighted to announce we will be playing an acoustic set next month to highlight the incredible work that CALM do in support of men's mental health needs. Whilst suicide is the biggest killer of men under 45 in the UK, CALM is a helpline open from 5pm - 12am daily, offering free support and confidential advice to those who need it. For a chance to see us perform alongside these wonderful other artists enter the ticket ballot here: https://tickets.lnk.to/CALM xMJs

LIVE TO VINYL AT METROPOLIS Brand new 2 track EP out now On ‘lunar white’ 10inch 180g vinyl Order the record here: https://mysteryjetsstore.com Stream the tracks here: https://mysteryjets.lnk.to/LTVWE Visit your local record store: https://tinyurl.com/MJlive-to-vinyl

At London's Metropolis Studios last summer, we invited a small audience of special guests and competition winners to witness a one-off recording session of two songs, recorded and mastered live to vinyl - “Stormborn”, an unreleased song from the “Curve of the Earth” sessions and The Waterboys' classic “The Whole of the Moon”. Performing both numbers twice we then asked our guests on the other side of the glass to vote on their favourite rendition of each song. It was an exhilarating experience as well as a rear chance to wholeheartedly commit to a musical moment in time… no editing, no fussing, no auto-tune. LIVE TO VINYL EP is available from tomorow on 'lunar white' 10" vinyl at mysteryjetsstore.com/ and the following UK independent record shops: Banquet records, Kingston-upon-Thames Eel Pie Records, Twickenham Beyond the Download, Wokingham Hundred Records, Romsey Badlands, Cheltenham Angel, Roberts and Angel, Wimborne Action Records, Preston Gatefield Sounds, Whitstable Museum Vinyl, St Austell The Drift Record Shop, Totnes Red House Music, Aberdare Rough trade West Rough Trade East Rough Trade Bristol Resident Music, Brighton Truck Store, Oxford Vinilo record Store, Southampton Wallace Books, Letchworth What Records online store Love xMJs

HALLOWEEN SLASH SALE NOW ON!!! 15% off all orders over £25 using the code: ONENIGHTOFBLOOD https://mysteryjetsstore.com/

FRIDAY

Thank you to those who travelled all the way to see us at Mad Hatters Wonderland Festival in beautiful South West France this weekend, the warmest of welcomes and the setting of hazy childhood dreams x

Can't wait for this one on the 10th of August. Tickets are here x https://bit.ly/2Kuk6Sf

Just under 2 weeks until we go in to @ThisMetropolis to record straight to vinyl. If you would like to be there and receive a super limited copy of the performance grab one of the last few tix remaining below x https://www.priceless.com/entertainment/product/118986/watch-mystery-jets-record-live-to-vinyl-at-metropolis-studios/0/4007/options/location/9942/

We will be playing a very special event at Metropolis Studios. If you'd like to be one of 100 people to see us in the recording studio and receive an exclusive vinyl cut live from the session follow the link here link.dice.fm/live-to-vinyl-7th-july

Just announced! We are buzzing to be bringing Le Rock to our favourite corner of South West France this summer at the Mad Hatters Wonderland Festival 🇫🇷 🇫🇷 🇫🇷 Find out all how to get tickets below: madhatterswonderlandfestival.com/‬

We’re delighted to confirm we’ll be appearing at Barn on the Farm Festival in Gloucestershire this July. Come down and help us blow the roof off xMJs Tickets: www.barnonthefarm.co.uk

SHEFFIELD WE’RE COMING 4 YA X www.tramlines.org.uk/2018/tickets/ #tramlinesfestival 📸 SHOT BY PHOX

Just announced! ‬ ‪Join us at @KS_Festival on Saturday July 28th 2018. A voyage through music & the arts at London’s magnificent Alexandra Park & Palace We cannot wait to see you xMJs Early bird Tix here: www.kaleidoscope-festival.com #DifferentAtEveryTurn

It was a bleak tuesday morning during the winter of 2012 that I caught the first train up to Manchester to sit down and interview one of my musical heroes for the NME; the immutable hip priest of punk rock, Mark E Smith. As the frost-encrusted expanse of England opened up around me and my hometown disappeared into the mist, I put on my headphones and fired up a compilation of The Fall’s Peel Sessions, anxiously wondering what kind of fate awaited me. We had name checked him in ‘Greatest Hits’, a breakup song I’d written about dividing a shared record collection amidst the ruins of a failed romance. Whilst Belle and Sebastian’s ‘The Boy with the Arab Strap’ hadn’t made my pile (a decision I’ve subsequently learnt to regret), my scratched-up copy of The Fall’s ‘This Nation’s Saving Grace’ most certainly had. Of the Fall’s colossal recorded output, this 1985 cult classic is largely considered to be one of their finest moments; made shortly after Mark’s wife Brix Smith Start joined their ranks, bringing with her poppy hooks and ushering in a new era which saw their inherent strangeness steer closest to the fringes of the mainstream. My entry point into the band had been Charles Neal’s ‘Tape Delay’, a collection of essays and interviews with the likes of Genesis P.Orridge, Einsturzende Neubauten and other luminaries of the 80’s underground. The book featured an extended exchange with Smith and I found myself immediately absorbed in his graphic recollections of growing up in post-war manchester; immersing himself in the pulp fiction of H.P Lovecraft and Raymond Chandler, and attending a certain band’s historic performance at Manchester’s Lesser Free Trade Hall one fateful evening in June of 1976. Other audience members in attendance that night would go on to form bands of their own, namely The Smiths, The Buzzcocks and Joy Division. Smith suddenly found himself at the very nucleus of a musical shift that would ultimately go on to reshape the cultural landscape of the Twentieth Century. The debut release from his band appeared exactly one year later, borrowing their name from the title of the great existential writer Albert Camus’s last novel. Thirty years later (again, almost to the day), I found myself in attendance at my very first Fall show at the now-demolished Hammersmith Palais. Arriving early enough to fight my way to the front barrier and suitably well-oiled to withstand the throb of a mid-noughties mosh pit, I finally experienced the full force of the band I had waited so long to witness. Guitars screeched and howled over motorik rhythms as Smith’s unmistakable drawl and menacing presence presided over the chaos. Strategically extended instrumental sections provided him with not only the opportunity to chain-smoke cigarettes but also to constantly stagger back and forth from his microphone to the band’s amps, turning each up knob incrementally across the performance until his long-suffering bandmates became blue in the face, at which point he left the stage, without a farewell and grinning ear to ear. I left with my eardrums ringing at frequencies previously never noticed and not to be heard since, my pocket stuffed with his cigarette butts and soaked to the bone, as the door closed at the Palais for the very last time. The Jets had played in Manchester numerous times over the years, but as the train pulled in at Piccadilly and we made our way by foot towards Salford through the drizzly gale, I was greeted by a city I recognised from a different time. This wasn’t the media city that beams the BBC breakfast show into our living rooms each morning, this was the post-war town that young existential poet had described so evocatively in my book all those years ago. This was The Fall’s Manchester. It was only 10am but Mark had assured us his local freehouse, The New Oxford would be an apt venue to host our rendezvous and would most certainly be open for business. No sooner had we secured a booth in the far corner of the bar when at the door appeared his unmistakable leather jacket-clad silhouette stepping in from the cold. He was somehow nothing like and exactly like how I had hoped he would be. We talked about Damo Suzuki selling Japanese cars to the Germans in Dusseldorf, rescuing bandmates from Texan sex cults and the witch trials which had inspired the Fall’s debut album. Over Sparta ales with whisky chasers. Obviously. When I read him my lyrics to ‘Greatest Hits’ he welled up a little and two minutes later pulled out his dentures and cackled spit across the room like a possessed loon. He had a mercurial wit and a filthy mouth and though he terrified me I relished every second spent in his company. There will never be another son of a bitch quite like Mark E Smith and I could think of no better way to remember him by than that grim tuesday morning, in a pub, in Salford. x Blaine Harrison Link to Kev EG Perry's original NME article: https://kevinegperry.com/2012/04/14/mark-e-smith-and-the-mystery-jet/

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Wether you have only recently joined us aboard the Jets Express or have been with us since the very beginning, we just want to take this opportunity to thank all our fans who continue to believe in our music and make us feel like we have the best Job in the world. You give us the opportunity to push ourselves inordinately in new directions every day. New music is coming out of us and when it finally arrives we promise you will be the first to hear it x

Mexico you truly took our breath away. This city will always be a second home to us x

WE ARE GOING LIVE ON FACEBOOK FROM Corona Capital from 17.00 UTC Tune in xxxx

MX City you brought the fire last night 🔥

Happy #dayofthedead to all our friends and fans in Mexico! Solo dos semanas hasta Festival Corona Capital. Estamos *muriendo* por verte x