Album Review: Richard Cham's Latest Release
Richard Cham’s new album is a raw, unfiltered dive into the artist's soul. It doesn’t try too hard to impress—it just is. And sometimes, that’s exactly what makes music stick. There are moments on this record where it feels like Cham is sitting right across from you, spilling his guts over coffee (or maybe something stronger). The production has a stripped-down vibe, letting the lyrics and melodies take center stage. Sure, there are a few rough edges here and there, but hey, that’s kinda the point.
One track I can’t shake off is “Falling Through Time.” It opens with this haunting piano riff that grabs your attention immediately—you know, one of those intros where you’re like, oh no, he’s about to hit me with some heavy stuff. Then comes the chorus, simple yet powerful enough to make you stop whatever you’re doing mid-scroll. What gets me is how relatable the theme is—feeling stuck between who you were and who you wanna be. Sounds cliche? Maybe. But Cham pulls it off without sounding preachy or overly dramatic.
Then there’s “Static Heart,” which flips the mood entirely. This one leans more upbeat, almost playful at first listen. But if you pay attention to the words, it’s bittersweet—a breakup song disguised as a dance track. The bassline is infectious, and the way the percussion builds up gives me chills every time. It’s the kind of tune you’d blast in the car while pretending everything’s fine, even when it’s not. You’ll catch yourself humming it hours later, only to realize the lyrics are kinda breaking your heart all over again.
What stands out about this album isn’t perfection—it’s honesty. Cham doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and that’s refreshing in an era where so much music feels engineered for playlists instead of people. By the end of it, you don’t just hear the songs; you live them for a bit.
Final thought? Listening to this album felt like finding an old journal you forgot you wrote. Familiar, messy, real—and weirdly comforting. If Richard Cham keeps making music like this, we might have to start calling him the accidental poet of our generation. Or something like that.
