I first heard Cary Broth­ers live, along­side Tom McRae, on the Hotel Café tour in the UK. I wasn’t aware that Broth­ers had ori­gin­ally thought up the idea and star­ted the tour in Amer­ica — and to be hon­est, I wouldn’t have guessed it either. His per­form­ances were good, but over­shad­owed by those of McRae and Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies.

As an artist, he’s quite promis­cu­ous. His work has appeared on a num­ber of Amer­ican teen dra­mas, a couple of films, and in clubs across the world, remixed by Tiesto. His sole album, Who You Are was released more as a vehicle to put his singles together in one place, than as an album in its own right. This means that there is a lot of filler mater­ial. That’s not to say the filler isn’t listen­able, but that the album is essen­tially a show­case for Ride, his killer track. Ride is undeni­ably fant­astic. Broth­ers’ voice is beau­ti­ful, the song fits with it per­fectly, and the song is haunt­ingly eth­er­eal. But it is a stand-out track. The rest of the album is decent soft rock.

It’s a bit like all of my school reports, really. “Has proven his abil­ity, but fails to real­ise it”. Buy it, by all means, but you’re prob­ably bet­ter off get­ting the (cheaper) Ride EP.