"My problem with Christian music," Slade says, "is 
                              a lot of it is too happy. It's too smiley. It's 
                              like you know from the get-go that it's not 
                              completely honest, because they never say they're 
                              sad. It's like we're not allowed to talk about 
                              anything else. I mean, we all have opinions. I 
                              have opinions about morality and about culture and 
                              that stuff, but I think the sheer nature of art is 
                              kind of take it or leave it. If you pound people 
                              over the head, they get suspicious, they don't 
                              trust you and it's not art -- it's propaganda. And 
                              we're not about Jesus propaganda."
                              
But King and Slade didn't abandon their 
                              existential inclinations entirely. And as they 
                              started pulling together songs for Reason, 
                              alongside the moments of somber heartache 
                              expressed in "Vienna" and "Oceans Away" (two cuts 
                              from Movement that were repeated on the 
                              second recording), they penned some soul-searching 
                              tracks. "Without Reason," for example, includes 
                              these lines: "I do it on a whim, with no 
                              motivation/Following this line and I don't know 
                              why/But I've learned to capture time, it's my 
                              redirection/I don't want to live this life without 
                              reason." 
                              Before the Fray recorded Reason, there 
                              was another personnel shift. After Johnson 
                              announced that he was off to acting school in New 
                              York, Wysocki, one of his best friends and another 
                              alum of Faith Christian, was tapped as his 
                              replacement. And the recording itself produced 
                              another change. Realizing that they'd been a 
                              little too ambitious in the studio, the four 
                              members of the Fray decided that to pull the songs 
                              off live, they'd need someone to play lead. Welsh 
                              was the obvious choice, since he'd already played 
                              in Ember with Slade and Wysocki. He and Wysocki 
                              had been friends since third grade; their parents 
                              knew each other through Up With People, "a 
                              peaceful-organization-slash-dating-service," as 
                              Welsh describes it. 
                              "We kind of musically came as a pair," Wysocki 
                              says. "The Fray was the first band that I played 
                              in without him. So when I thought of us needing 
                              another guitarist, he's the first one I thought 
                              of." 
                              Welsh's debut performance was at the Climax 
                              thirteen months ago, which explains the lackluster 
                              show I saw. But since then, the band has forged an 
                              undeniable chemistry. (The quintet has returned to 
                              a foursome; Battenhouse parted ways with the group 
                              in September, and Future Jazz Project bassist 
                              Casey Sidwell and Dave Hedin have filled in while 
                              the act searches for a permanent replacement.) 
                              Slade and King continue to evolve as songwriters. 
                              In the beginning, their interplay was somewhat 
                              distracting, both live and on record, because of 
                              their disparate approaches to instrumentation and 
                              arrangements -- Slade's compositions were more 
                              piano- oriented, while King's were guitar-driven. 
                              Now, though, it's nearly impossible to distinguish 
                              one songwriter from the other. In recalibrating 
                              the band's aesthetic, any past Coldplay references 
                              have been downplayed, resulting in a sound that 
                              recalls Start Here-era Gloria Record 
                              textures mated with the more anthemic tendencies 
                              of Muse. Needless to say, the Fray no longer has 
                              to place a ringer in the crowd to beg for an 
                              encore. 
                              A few weeks ago, the Fray played to a raucous 
                              capacity crowd at the Soiled Dove. But at the end 
                              of the set, when the fans were clamoring for more, 
                              the band didn't oblige. 
                              "It's very simple," Slade says flatly. "We ran 
                              out of songs. We don't play 'Come Together' 
                              anymore. We retired 'City Hall.' We retired 
                              'Without Reason.' That's really it. We played 
                              every song we had." 
                              "This is why we didn't play an encore," 
                              Welsh interjects. "Joe's sitting there looking at 
                              the clock -- we had like ten minutes or so left. 
                              He turns around and mouths 'Come Together' to the 
                              bass player. And as Joe was saying it to him, I 
                              was like, 'Lord, please let Dave not know 
                              how to play "Come Together" so we don't ever have 
                              to play that song again.' Dave looked at him and 
                              shrugged his shoulders. 
                              "God is real."