Album: The Temper Trap, Conditions, (Infectious)

What to make of an opening track which begins with some beautiful falsetto atmospherics, then descends into what sounds like a Conchords piss-take of Coldplay?

What to make of the Melbourne band in general? Their quicksilver sound contains flashes of A-ha, Empire Of The Sun, U2, Talk Talk, Mew and even the Cure. Given the promising elements, you expect a chain reaction, but it never quite comes. There's a great record in here somewhere. But just when you think you've got a handle on it, it slips through your fingers.