Fresh from becoming Justin Timberlake on 'Aerial Love,' Silverchair's Daniel Johns has now decided he was actually The Weeknd all along.
What saves this, and everything else Johns does that initially invites ridicule (which is quite a lot) is his innate way with a tune. His expressive voice can twist round a few sparse chords and pull you into a song with ease.
But before 'Preach' hits its big Alicia Keys chorus, it's Johns' lyrics that hit home first. He's ditched the abstract phraseology that he's employed since The Dissociatives and returned to a straightforward, personal style. The loneliness and agoraphobia that have been part of him since Neon Ballroom return to the fore here, but do so alongside the comfort that only comes with age.