Jet

Jet’s third album, just like their second, is stuffed with swaggering, anthemic rock that you’ll swear someone else already wrote, which rarely compromises its appeal. “She’s a Genius” rejiggers the riff from “My Sharona” into a snarling rock blast; “Goodbye Hollywood” is the best cliché-smitten Stones rip-off you’ll hear this year; and the stuttering, infectious “Let Me Out” imagines the Replacements with their shit together. There’s plenty of groan-inducing lyrical inanity, and one can only assume the reggae-rock abomination “Beat on Repeat” was a misguided effort to branch out. Sometimes the middle of the road is the proper path.

By David Peisner