Recorded in LA and produced by large-scale producers of the moment Nigel Godrich, Travis manages a masterpiece that not this sonic unity as its predecessor "The Man Who" lays to days and already nothing more to do with the snotty Britpop of Debuts "Good Feeling" has , No, "The Invisible Band" is more, namely "The Celebration Of A Song", and in each one sings Fran Healy as if his true love and thus his life depended on it. And as he does, these hymns, this melancholy, these melodies. No one can suffer so, no one loves his girlfriend more than he. Starting with a hoppelden Banjo driven single "Sing", about the very personal and quiet "Dear Diary", you reach the first peak, the grandiose "Side" ("The Grass Is Always Greener on the other side"). "Pipe Dreams" is the second to none and you heard "Flowers In The Window", the flotteste and best piece of CD, incl. Seagulls in the background. Text and music belong to each other and also leave the '60s and the Beatles nice greeting. "The Cage" sounds at first like a nursery rhyme, but is then only beautiful ("But then this bird just flew away, she never meant anything to stay"). "Safe in the tradition of Lamentations and" Follow The Light "is a rather simple holding pop song with the refrain (" But it's alright, just follow the light, and do not be afraid of the dark. In the moonlight you dance 'til you drop, and always be here in my heart "). Rarely was unpeinlicher such a text to sing aloud." Last Train "is unobtrusive, but spread after repeated listening its own charm, while" Afterglow "the single failure represents the album. Does not matter, meaningless, no hook, no. Too bad. But then comes "Indefinitely". The majestic melancholy. Must we hear again and again, and again waiting for the strings after the 2nd chorus, the immortal song and make unbelievable. The "Humpty Dumpty Love Song" is a crowning conclusion. A slowly building monster with the last lines ("now as I lie in pieces, and wait for your return, the sun upon my forehead burns baby burns baby burns. An eye on all my horses, you've slept with all my men, I'm never gonna get it together again. / Quiet All I Need Is You ". Still have asked? I do not. But now all critics and nu-metal fans scream loud call of due Frauenversteher music, wuss and this music perhaps even POP. So what? Then stop I just this one time pop music, but the title "Album of the Year" is awarded immediately.
