Okay, so, in case you haven't been paying attention, the new Jack's Mannequin album: The Glass Passenger came out on Tuesday. If you haven't gotten a copy already, you need to stop reading and go buy it. Now. Seriously. Still there? I figured you would be, but it was worth a try.
Anyway, if you didn't get the impression right then, I really, really like the new album. Musically, its beautiful; lyrically, its unbelievable. Let me start by saying, hopeful and happy Jack's Mannequin, is pretty freakin' depressing. Its very sad (seriously, like cancer patient sad), but the inherent message is one of life and hope. That doesn't change the fact that lullabies about depressed people and pretty darn sad. All in all, the result is an amazing album that I truly don't have the words to explain. And that's saying something. I mean, if you're reading this, you've probably read my ridiculously long review of the new Panic at the Disco album, you know that I tend to get a little wordy to explain that things are good. In fact, ask me about Say Anything (the band, not the movie... or the movie, I guess, I have thoughts on that, too) sometime, if you're prepared to spend an hour listening to me talk about the quality of Max Bemis's metaphors. But Jack's Mannequin gives me warm, fuzzy, bubbly feeling in my chest, and I totally can't figure out how to properly qualify that. Its just fantastic.
And all at once I realized, my life had become a boring pop song, and everybody was singing along...
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