The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music - Ian Cuth­bert­son

TRAVIS first got to me and to mil­lions of oth­ers with the ir­re­sistible sin­gle Why Does it Al­ways Rain on Me? from their sec­ond out­ing, in 1999, The Man Who. That song was so strong, with its killer cho­rus, melan­choly strings and McCart­ney- ish work­ing- class melod­i­cism that the other tracks on The Man Who paled by com­par­i­son. The Boy With No Name, the band’s fifth stu­dio album, seems a stronger, more con­sis­tent ef­fort at least than The Man Who. The thump of Self­ish Jean , which seems to have pinched the beat from Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life , finds Travis again in ir­re­sistible pop form: ‘‘ In a per­fect com­bi­na­tion of your eti­quette and charm / You keep the choco­late bis­cuits wired to a car alarm,’’ yelps main man Fran Healy in this song, man­ag­ing to sound glam and Glaswe­gian at the same time. Clear- voiced, lyri­cally clever pop songs such as Battleships and Closer share a berth with My Eyes and the cooler than Coldplay Colder . At­mo­spheric, well strung, windswept and mys­te­ri­ous, with the pos­si­ble ex­cep­tion of New Am­s­ter­dam, which is too cute by half. The Boy With No Name Travis Sony/ BMG

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