{"id":39463,"date":"2001-03-24T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2001-03-24T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/enter-therapy\/"},"modified":"2001-03-24T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2001-03-24T00:00:00","slug":"enter-therapy","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/enter-therapy\/","title":{"rendered":"Enter Therapy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a guarantee in this job that I&#8217;ll get the opportunity to<br \/>\nreview some absolutely fabulous discs, and be able to sing the<br \/>\npraises of artists and bands who may one day be topping the charts.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s also a guarantee that for every one such disc, I&#8217;ll have to<br \/>\nwade through quite a bit of mediocre CDs from bands who might have<br \/>\nsome promise, but just aren&#8217;t at that level yet.<\/p>\n<p>And then, there&#8217;s the final guarantee &#8211; or is that threat? &#8211;<br \/>\nthat I&#8217;ll be forced to listen to some discs which will make me want<br \/>\nto claw my eardrums out with a gardening tool before the first song<br \/>\nis over. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Seven Foot Spleen and their<br \/>\ndebut disc<br \/>\n<i>Enter Therapy<\/i>, a CD that no poison control center should be<br \/>\nwithout, since it&#8217;s guaranteed to make you want to puke.<\/p>\n<p>Featuring a band whose members are too cool for last names and a<br \/>\nsinger (Jon) who has a voice like Joan Jett being forced to drink<br \/>\nbattery acid, this punk\/thrash quintet tries to display their power<br \/>\nover the course of 70-plus minutes and 12 songs (we&#8217;ll get to the<br \/>\nunlisted track later). All the listener will hear, though, is<br \/>\nunfocused, meandering music which doesn&#8217;t seem to know which<br \/>\ncategory it wants to belong to. If it were merely confusing, I<br \/>\nthink I could forgive Seven Foot Spleen &#8211; but this music is just<br \/>\n<i>bad<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>At times, it feels like the group purposely stretches out a song<br \/>\nin order to prove they can write songs longer than three minutes.<br \/>\nNice try &#8211; but trying to flesh out a song that doesn&#8217;t have much<br \/>\nthere to begin with is kind of like strapping a prisoner in the<br \/>\nelectric chair and making him wait while you jokingly push the wall<br \/>\naround the button, never actually hitting the button that will end<br \/>\nthe agony of waiting.<\/p>\n<p>Does it sound like I&#8217;m being a little rough? Then try sitting<br \/>\nthrough such sludge as &#8220;It Smells,&#8221; &#8220;Rag Acne,&#8221; &#8220;Power&#8221; and &#8220;Clean<br \/>\nCatch Urine Specimen&#8221; for yourself, and see how long it takes for<br \/>\nyou to yank this disc from the player and smash it against the<br \/>\nwall.<\/p>\n<p>If all this wasn&#8217;t enough, the band offers listeners a &#8220;gift&#8221; at<br \/>\nthe end of the disc &#8211; the bonus track. The untitled twelfth track<br \/>\nis nothing more than a sound loop, which at times is actually<br \/>\nbetter than the crap that Seven Foot Spleen included on the disc<br \/>\nproper. But the constant, repetitive drone of this loop is enough<br \/>\nto drive you crazy after two minutes &#8211; and it stretches on for far<br \/>\nlonger than that. Note to the band: Just because a CD can hold 74<br \/>\nminutes&#8217; worth of music doesn&#8217;t mean you have to fill every second<br \/>\nof it.<\/p>\n<p>\n<i>Enter Therapy<\/i> is the kind of disc which just might drive<br \/>\npeople back to therapy. If there was ever a time to undergo<br \/>\nelective surgery, it might be time to have Seven Foot Spleen<br \/>\nremoved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":28069,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[7614],"rating":[5620],"class_list":["post-39463","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-seven-foot-spleen","rating-rating-f"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39463","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39463"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39463\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=39463"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=39463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}