{"id":39654,"date":"2006-02-21T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-21T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/for-me-its-you\/"},"modified":"2006-02-21T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-21T00:00:00","slug":"for-me-its-you","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/for-me-its-you\/","title":{"rendered":"For Me, It&#8217;s You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><review><\/p>\n<p>The opening notes to this album had me cringing.<br \/>\nPiano ascendant, Pat Monahan&#8217;s Manhattan-sized, sincerity-dripping<br \/>\nvocals painting the ceiling, and all I can think is, oh God, it&#8217;s<br \/>\ngonna be thirteen rewrites of &#8220;When I Look To The Sky&#8221; and &#8220;Drops<br \/>\nOf Jupiter.&#8221; Which are great songs, by the way, but crammed inside<br \/>\na musical pigeonhole is no way to go through life.<\/p>\n<p>And then I listened, and listened some more, and<br \/>\ndiscovered just how wrong I was. A taste of the familiar, then on<br \/>\nto the new, that&#8217;s the essence of <i>For Me, It&#8217;s You<\/i>, an album<br \/>\nof musical growth and experimentation that has all the fire and<br \/>\nspirit you could ask for.<\/p>\n<p>Growth is always one of the possibilities when you<br \/>\nlose two-fifths of a band&#8217;s original lineup in a year, as Train did<br \/>\nbetween starting 2003&#8217;s <i>My Private Nation<\/i> and finishing the<br \/>\naccompanying tour. (With the departure of original guitarist Rob<br \/>\nHotchkiss and bassist Charlie Colin, the band is now made up of<br \/>\nMonahan, guitarist Jimmy Stafford and drummer Scott Underwood,<br \/>\nalong with new guys Brandon Bush on keyboards and Johnny Colt on<br \/>\nbass.) The other possibility is retreat into the familiar.<\/p>\n<p>There are nods to the past here, of course &#8212; these<br \/>\nguys have solid commercial instincts and know their way around a<br \/>\nsteady-building ballad &#8212; but this album is no retreat. Rather,<br \/>\nwhat can be found on <i>For Me It&#8217;s You<\/i> is a fresh new<br \/>\nexpansiveness that serves to underscore both the influence of new<br \/>\nguys Bush (John Mayer, Shawn Mullins) and Colt (Black Crowes), who<br \/>\nco-write much of the new material with Monahan, and the wisdom of<br \/>\nthe band&#8217;s decision to stick with producer Brendan O&#8217;Brien, he of<br \/>\nthe fat Phil Spector-ish sound and zillion exotic textural<br \/>\ninstruments (hurdy-gurdy, anyone?).<\/p>\n<p>The key, though, is the way the band itself stretches<br \/>\nout. In the big-boned &#8220;Am I Reaching You Now,&#8221; vaguely Eastern,<br \/>\nindubitably Harrison-esque opening chords build into pulsing verses<br \/>\nand soaring choruses that achieve a lift-off that is uniquely<br \/>\nTrain. When they drop right into the Bob Mould nugget &#8220;If I Can&#8217;t<br \/>\nChange Your Mind&#8221; and you hear the glockenspiel backing up the<br \/>\ndriving melody line, the deal is sealed. The arrangement is almost<br \/>\na Springsteen pastiche in places, perhaps unsurprising given<br \/>\nproducer O&#8217;Brien and band manager Jon Landau&#8217;s other principal<br \/>\nclient. &#8220;All I Hear&#8221; follows with a barreling full-tilt intro<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s similarly heartfelt, suggesting these occasionally-too-slick<br \/>\nradio Gods have finally tapped into their inner id and learned to<br \/>\nrock out. Yeah!<\/p>\n<p>From there you move into the nightclub blues-rock<br \/>\nshuffle of &#8220;Shelter Me,&#8221; a kind of Beatles-Stones mind-meld.<br \/>\nTom-toms and jazzy piano lurk between verses of the funked-up &#8220;I&#8217;m<br \/>\nNot Waiting In Line,&#8221; where Monahan&#8217;s delivery eventually achieves<br \/>\na kind of hip-hop velocity and Stafford&#8217;s stabbing guitar solo<br \/>\nbreaks in like the ghost of Keith Richards. The fact that the song<br \/>\nhas a smartass, undercutting little &#8220;Meet Virginia&#8221;-style coda only<br \/>\nadds to its greasy 70s-rock appeal (if there&#8217;s one thing these guys<br \/>\ncould use more of, it&#8217;s humor to break up the occasionally<br \/>\novercooked earnestness of their music).<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s tough to mistake the intentions of lead single<br \/>\n&#8220;Cab,&#8221; which layers on the strings a la &#8220;Jupiter,&#8221; but the core of<br \/>\nthe song is a gently swinging piano-based number that feels more<br \/>\nJayhawks\/Hotel Lights than &#8220;Drops.&#8221; (Side note: the first time I<br \/>\nheard &#8220;Cab,&#8221; my reaction was rather lukewarm. Two days and zero<br \/>\nrepeat listens later, I realized I couldn&#8217;t get the melody out of<br \/>\nmy head. Damn!) The closing title track is a sweet capper to the<br \/>\nalbum, featuring raw, bluesy verses that would be at home on a<br \/>\nBlack Crowes disc, building into a soaring chorus burnished with<br \/>\nlayered harmonies, bells and horns. It&#8217;s a track that shoots for<br \/>\nmajestic and makes it on the strength of a strong hook and<br \/>\npassionate execution.<\/p>\n<p>Train has never gotten much respect from mainstream<br \/>\ncritics &#8212; ironic, since their music is so mainstream in every way<br \/>\nother than its lack of irony. But it&#8217;s hard to call a group that&#8217;s<br \/>\nthis willing to grow and this committed to its songs &#8220;pop&#8221; &#8212; their<br \/>\nmusic is bigger and smarter and more viscerally appealing than that<br \/>\nword could ever convey. <i>For Me It&#8217;s You<\/i> is an album that<br \/>\nbreathes vibrant new life into a band that was standing at a<br \/>\ncrossroads.<\/p>\n<p><\/review><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":28235,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[6663],"rating":[5617],"class_list":["post-39654","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-train","rating-rating-b-plus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39654","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=39654"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39654\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39654"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39654"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=39654"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=39654"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}