{"id":37246,"date":"2001-11-18T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2001-11-18T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/drops-of-jupiter\/"},"modified":"2001-11-18T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2001-11-18T00:00:00","slug":"drops-of-jupiter","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/drops-of-jupiter\/","title":{"rendered":"Drops Of Jupiter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The secret of life is finding your best grooves and jumping in<br \/>\nand out of them often enough not to get too bored or<br \/>\nself-absorbed.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, it&#8217;s just a theory, but it certainly came to mind when I<br \/>\nwas setting out to write my first review for &#8220;The Daily Vault&#8221; in<br \/>\nalmost a year. It came to mind because I&#8217;ve been out of this groove<br \/>\nfor awhile, and it feels good to get back in, and because I wasn&#8217;t<br \/>\nabout to take the plunge for anything less worthy than Train&#8217;s<br \/>\njust-about-magnificent<br \/>\n<i>Drops Of Jupiter<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>The first thing the sophomore album from this quintet had to do<br \/>\nwas conquer one my pet peeves &#8212; the way radio takes a &#8220;hot&#8221; single<br \/>\nand flogs the carcass so unmercifully that even the glue factory<br \/>\neventually says no thanks. Such, I fear, is the eventual fate of<br \/>\nthis album&#8217;s title tune, and it&#8217;s a damned shame, because it&#8217;s a<br \/>\nremarkable song. A steady building piano ballad with a witty,<br \/>\nfull-bodied string arrangement, the elements that take it to the<br \/>\nnext level are a brilliant lyric (actually, a poem imaginative and<br \/>\nambiguous enough to be called &#8220;lyrical&#8221;) and a chorus roughly as<br \/>\ncatchy as the Hong Kong flu.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, one great single and ten tracks of filler will still<br \/>\nget you a &#8220;D&#8221; from this reviewer. But it turns out &#8220;Drops Of<br \/>\nJupiter&#8221; is just one of a number of very strong tracks on this<br \/>\nthoroughly engaging album. &#8220;I Wish I Would,&#8221; in addition to another<br \/>\nclever lyric and strong arrangement featuring mandolin and<br \/>\nharmonica, tosses in a &#8220;doo-doo-doot-doo-doo&#8221; chant near the finish<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s every bit as infectious as the title track&#8217;s<br \/>\n&#8220;Na-na-na-na-etc.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There are a handful of fairly straight-ahead rockers here (the<br \/>\nleadoff &#8220;She&#8217;s On Fire&#8221; and &#8220;Respect&#8221; comes to mind), but even they<br \/>\nhave clever elements like the chunka-chunka electric rhythm guitar<br \/>\nof the former and the furious acoustic-strum rhythm guitar of the<br \/>\nlatter. Terrific harmonies abound, propelled by Pat Monahan&#8217;s<br \/>\nurgent lead vocals, with background vox from bassist Charlie Colin<br \/>\nand guitarists Rob Hotchkiss and Jimmy Stafford. Drummer Scott<br \/>\nUnderwood doubles on keyboards alongside the band&#8217;s producer, Pearl<br \/>\nJam maestro Brendan O&#8217;Brien.<\/p>\n<p>Under O&#8217;Brien&#8217;s sonic guidance, Train explodes its acoustic<br \/>\nroots-rock template with a wide range of styles on this disc, from<br \/>\nthe almost trip-hop rhythm of the hypnotic &#8220;It&#8217;s About You,&#8221; to the<br \/>\ndreamy jazz intro of the countryish ballad &#8220;Let It Roll,&#8221; to the<br \/>\nheavy electric crunch of &#8220;Whipping Boy.&#8221; In terms of musical<br \/>\nshorthand, it would be accurate &#8212; though unnecessarily limiting &#8212;<br \/>\nto compare Train&#8217;s sound to bands like the Crow(e)s, Counting and<br \/>\nBlack. It&#8217;s music that respects venerated rock and roll forms while<br \/>\ninfusing them with fresh passion and invention.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s the real secret to this album. In stark contrast to<br \/>\nthe pre-packaged attitude flooding out of your radio these days,<br \/>\nTrain has genuine range, and invests real emotion in these songs.<br \/>\nThey&#8217;ve found their groove, and they&#8217;re mining it like<br \/>\nchampions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":26035,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[6663],"rating":[5613],"class_list":["post-37246","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-train","rating-rating-a-minus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37246","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37246"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37246\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37246"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37246"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}