{"id":38328,"date":"2005-04-15T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-15T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/fed-til-were-dead\/"},"modified":"2005-04-15T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-15T00:00:00","slug":"fed-til-were-dead","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/fed-til-were-dead\/","title":{"rendered":"Fed &#8217;til We&#8217;re Dead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From the first thrumming, pulsating, impossibly dense seconds of<br \/>\nthis album, you can tell The Ten Pound Factor is aiming to be just<br \/>\na little bit different.<\/p>\n<p>Imagine the drive and innate melodic sense of Cheap Trick<br \/>\nmatched with the lush, almost symphonic production of a Brian<br \/>\nWilson extravaganza and you&#8217;d be in the neighborhood. It&#8217;s<br \/>\ncotton-candy rock, bells and guitars and throbbing power-pop<br \/>\narrangements that open out into soaring vistas of sound.<\/p>\n<p>Calling The Ten Pound Factor a band would be a bit of a<br \/>\nmisnomer, though. The group consists entirely of Ryan Chisholm<br \/>\n(vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, percussion, songwriting,<br \/>\nengineering &#038; production) and Chris Chisholm (drums). Thus the<br \/>\nquality of the album pretty much rests on Ryan&#8217;s shoulders &#8212; and<br \/>\nthat is the story of the rise and fall of The Ten Pound Factor.<\/p>\n<p>Bookending the album, the opening &#8220;Our Philosophy&#8221; matches up<br \/>\nwell with the closing &#8220;Sitting Up Tonight,&#8221; a propulsive number<br \/>\nwhose muscular guitars and sweet melodies never let up. &#8220;Are You<br \/>\nRollin'&#8221; and &#8220;Into Outer Space&#8221; have strong moments as well, with<br \/>\ndrive to spare and entertaining dynamics.<\/p>\n<p>For all its surface appeal, though, this album suffers from a<br \/>\nsevere bout of &#8212; of all things &#8212; taking itself too seriously. The<br \/>\nmusic and lyrics seem like mismatched cousins, buffed-out melodies<br \/>\npaired up with lyrics that seem to have been cribbed from a series<br \/>\nof second-rate self-help manuals. &#8220;Things are changing for me \/ I<br \/>\ncan feel it \/ Can you?&#8221; goes the close to &#8220;Now,&#8221; though it isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nperhaps as cringe-worthy as &#8220;Where do I go \/ Where can I find<br \/>\nmeaning I don&#8217;t know \/ Where can I find the reasons I search for \/<br \/>\nWhere can I find feeling not alone.&#8221; I don&#8217;t know, but how about<br \/>\nnot calling me back until you get there, &#8216;kay?<\/p>\n<p>This was the lyric that officially killed this album for me,<br \/>\nthough: &#8220;I know a place divided by culture \/ Both have much hate<br \/>\nfor one another \/ If they&#8217;d just come together to find a solution \/<br \/>\nAnd begin by using communication.&#8221; The sentiment is worthy, but<br \/>\ncompared to a song that actually tries to grapple with the<br \/>\nsubtleties of these kinds of issues in a thoughtful, evocative way<br \/>\n(see Bruce Springsteen&#8217;s &#8220;Worlds Apart&#8221; off<br \/>\n<i>The Rising<\/i>) this sounds like a rejected Hallmark card. (And<br \/>\nthe cadence when he sings &#8220;communication&#8221;\u2026 jeez. Let&#8217;s just<br \/>\nsay matching a five-syllable word to a four-beat melody is the<br \/>\nsongwriter&#8217;s equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard.)<\/p>\n<p>Chisholm clearly wants to break out of the pack with this<br \/>\nunlikely combination of thick, dreamy melodies and dime-store<br \/>\nphilosophizing, but the effect on these ears is jarring.<br \/>\nDisconnecting music from storytelling, and substituting platitudes<br \/>\nfor characters and situations, feels to me like an artistic dead<br \/>\nend.<\/p>\n<p>To be fair,<br \/>\n<i>Fed &#8216;Til We&#8217;re Dead<\/i> *sounds* great, and suggests that Ryan<br \/>\nChisholm has much potential as a player, arranger and producer.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the words, man\u2026 it&#8217;s the words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":27006,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[7145],"rating":[5619],"class_list":["post-38328","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-the-ten-pound-factor","rating-rating-c"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/38328","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=38328"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/38328\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=38328"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=38328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}