Company Line: On Train’s third album, My Private Nation, Pat Monahan, Charlie Colin, Jimmy Stafford, and Scott Underwood break down stereotypes while exploring human vulnerability. Where the group’s previous album, 2001’s Drops Of Jupiter, presented a band discovering how much it meant to its fans, My Private Nation reveals a band finding out just how much it has grown.
The Good:
“Calling All Angels” – Another high powered ballad from Train. I just wonder what it is about their topics about angels and the atmosphere, bizarre how they can keep milking that one so well.
“All American Girl” – Train proves they can still rock. Sure it’s all bubble gum and taffy but it’s that sweeter side of rock that makes them so appealing.
“Lincoln Avenue” – Train has an uncanny knack for writing ballads. You don’t know why you love them, you just do.
“When I Look To The Sky” – Another ballad. For the love of all that is sacred I can’t take anymore, yet I listened to it three times.
“Your Every Color” – Splendid. Lovely.
The Marginal:
“Counting Airplanes” – Nice melody too bad the lyrics are so silly.
“Get To Me” – A nice toe-tapping-sing-a-long-song.
“Save The Day” – A chink in the armor. Not horrible, just too clichéd for enjoyment.
The Ugly:
Nothing.
Frankly: Train has made men into sissies. The question is; why don’t we run away when we hear their songs? Perhaps it’s because we can’t deny just how good they are.
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