The yearning voice and sullen temperament behind the languid and lush Scottish outfit Travis, Fran Healy has been laying low of late. The primary task on his to-do list: commune with his diverse surroundings while recording his first solo effort in New York, Vermont and (mostly) Berlin. Whether the new Wreckorder (Ryko) benefits from that far-flung trio of locales—or guest appearances from Neko Case and Paul McCartney—is largely irrelevant to anyone who’s not already smitten by Healy’s majestically restrained brand of mope-rock understatement. The 10-song collection occasionally recalls the quieter moments on the already-pretty-quiet The Invisible Band, Travis’ 2001 LP. Only here, Healy turns even more insular as he’s left to stew in his own introspective juices. Healy will be guest-editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our Q&A with him.
Healy: I’ve been lucky enough to have met nearly all my musical heroes. The only one I haven’t met is Joni Mitchell. It’s a thrill to be on the same side of the curtain and not feel like a stalker. I recently met Beach House at a festival in Montreal. I got very star struck. I felt all wobbly when I met them. They had soundtracked the best holiday I ever had, and they were right there. For the first time, I felt like I had two tongues in my mouth, all the words all falling out all over the place. That’s how I felt, but maybe I was less geeky than that.