The letdown is considerable: after the acid soul of opener Quicksilver the stodge that follows is particularly unpalatable, and we have to wade through nine more Travis-lite tracks before they remember to do something interesting again. Only with Until The End and a reprise of Quicksilver do the band come alive again: for the intervening forty minutes it’s all baleful acoustic numbers or dull middle of the road pseudo-indie rubbish.
What’s worse though are the lyrics. “It’s not easy being real, what’s in my head is how I feel,” the singer whines on I Wonder How. Hardly Bob Dylan, now is it. It wouldn’t really matter so much if the band weren’t so obviously trying to be deep and meaningful. You’d like to think bassist Si Jones and guitarist Simon Tong would know better, having previously been in The Verve, one of the few genuinely world class bands to have emerged during the Britpop years. But True Skies fails to deliver on so many levels.
Finally as the album draws to a close the band stop trying to sound like a third rate Travis and crank things up again, but it’s too little, too late, and just further drives home what a wasted opportunity this album is. Over-produced but under-developed, True Skies has more of the feel of a band’s second or third album, where commercial pressures are starting to take their toll on creativity. For a first album on an independent label, there are none of the rough edges you’d expect, the mistakes and risks that add a thrill, and that get harder to create as a band grows up. Instead they’ve gone straight for commercial success with a bland radio-friendly sound, but one that is indistinguishable from any number of other one-trick guitar bands.