Occasionally I can be convinced it's the singer, not the song. I've no love for Britney Spears' "Baby... One More Time," but can't get enough of Brit band Travis' laconic redo of said iconic single, which squeezes out the then-teen temptress' toxic sugar 'til it's just a bittersweet lament. On occasion an artist can find meat and meaning in the previously wan and empty offering. But more often than not, the mediocre just stays that way, no matter how much money and hope you toss at it -- the homage that evolves into unintended insult. This is... More >>>