Australians The Necks rank highly, in terms of Rock Muso / Jazz bores, The Wire and Pitchfork readers, and general oneupmanship circles. A great time can be had, listening to their stuff, stroking your chin nodding your head slowly and telling your unimpressed mates how you've been so completely into them since, well forever.
Latest album Travel doesn't even bother to reinvent The Necks wheel in any way whatsoever. Well, none of their fans would really want them to.. Quite the opposite frankly. This meanders along like a bog standard Jazz record from out of the Miles / Coltrane stables in the Mid Sixties.
Nothing much happens here but it happens incredibly slowly and tastefully and won't upset your missus, though she might interject, 'has anything happened yet?.' after twenty minutes or so. Well you're used to that. Most quiet nights in with you two end this way these days.
The answer to that question is 'Well no not really. But we're just coming up to a good bit.' In truth the good bit doesn't actually arrive but lets face it, a lot of enduring and perfectly happy relationships are a bit like this too. The Necks may not float everybody's boat but they're quality and at least they don't force any nasty unexpected surprises on the listener.
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