Ah, you can sneer if you want to, but this is very possibly the best thing Travis have ever done. Unfairly maligned for favouring gentle melodies and the fragility of Fran Healy’s delicate vocals, they have become something of a synonym for bed-wetter indie. I’m sorry to ruin the lazy narrative, but ‘Where You Stand’ is the sound of a band at the top of their game and is in possession of a whole pile of infectious melodies. I’ll admit that it was with some trepidation that I requested a promo back in early summer, because I really wanted this to be great. I’ve enjoyed chunks of their recent output but had started to wonder if they had a genuinely decent whole album left in them. ‘Something Anything’ from ‘Ode To J Smith’ was wondrously unadorned, whilst ‘Closer’ from ‘The Boy With No Name’ remains a fragile earworm to this day, but they were always cherry-picked from their parents.
As it turned out, ‘Where You Stand’ soundtracked most of July for me, ever-present in the car and never far from the small pile of CDs on one of the speakers in the living room. It’s not a revolutionary record and it is, I’m sure, what many people would call safe – but it’s beautiful. Plain and simple. The notion that Travis only make the same drippy song, over and over again, will no doubt have meant that plenty of people gave this a wide berth. If you’re one of them, clear forty-two minutes and see what you think. There are at least half a dozen punch the air melodies on ‘Where You Stand’, including the title track’s mid-paced affirmation of love and the winningly perky ‘On My Wall’. ‘New Shoes’ has a gorgeous, hiccuping rhythm throughout its chorus that lingers long in the memory even after one listen.
Healy’s voice remains their greatest strength, carefully unfurled and evocatively strained in equal measure. When it soars, as it does on ‘A Different Room’, it’s easy to see how they became so ubiquitous at the turn of the millennium. The euphoric shiver from a song sung well is something music lovers the world over live for, and it’s here in spades. There are still some lyrical weaknesses – they did have a chorus that went ‘if we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, then we might learn’ remember – but ‘Boxes’ follows a lovely metaphorical premise based around the various ‘boxes’ we occupy from birth to death. Rather unexpectedly, Travis have found their place again. The old logo is back and they’re playing to their strengths – and they have more of them than you might think.