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LIVE: Mystery Jets - Liquid Rooms, Edinburgh


Safe to say that the Mystery Jets need no introduction at this point in their career. Ten years since the release of Making Dens, the band continues to develop their sound into something more sophisticated and atmospheric than before. Latest LP Curve of the Earth brilliantly combines introspective lyrics with dreamy sounds to give us an album that is reminiscent of the likes of Pink Floyd and The Flaming Lips.

It comes as no surprise then that the crowd is more than excited to hear them play tonight.

Edinburgh’s Liquid Rooms is teeming with enthusiastic Scots and uni students alike, and at 8pm the room is already packed.

Before the Jets come on, friends The Big Moon work us up into an angsty sweat via three way harmonies and ponytail swishes – their music sets the tone brilliantly for the real deal and by the time the main attraction walks on stage the room is buzzing.    

It’s clear as soon we hear the first few notes of ‘Telomere’ that we’re in good hands. A decade of performing has meant that the Mystery Jets are comfortable around their audience and familiar with fan favourites. They’re able to balance old tracks with new, and although they play a number of tunes from Twenty One and Radlands, they give us a lot of material from Curve of the Earth as well – so the gig doesn’t feel like a nostalgic jaunt down the roads of old.

It can be a difficult task to replicate the atmosphere of a record like Curve of the Earth in a live setting, but the band pulls it off perfectly. ‘Saturnine’ rings out to us in wistful tones, and when looking around, most of the room are took in the dreamy melodies with their eyes closed.

Henry Harrison, previous band member and father of frontman Blaine Harrison, also makes an appearance during ‘Flakes’ – the room welcomes him back with hearty woops as he and new member Jack Flanagan wave their arms back and forth to the “woah woah woah” of the final chorus.

The band finished us up with ‘Two Doors Down’ – the noughties classic goes down a treat and the room flails enthusiastically to the song’s familiar jingle jangle rhythm.

The venue may be smaller than some of the stages the Jets have played this summer, but it doesn’t feel like any less of a moment. The crowd are grateful to be there, and it shows in the energy that they hurl the band’s way as the night finishes in a round of mutual adoration.   


Jess Porter