The New Garment File

That's right. After almost seven months of exile, I'm back.

But it's not the same old Garment File.

I've decided to change the format from strictly political to random entries. I'm just going to sort of throw stuff up here. Think of it as a cross between a traditional blog and twitter. That isn't to say that the politics are out, I have just been sort of basking in the victory of Barack Obama. I think he's done some great stuff so far, and I hope he continues.

My first topic is a new band that I saw open for Ben Folds. Their name is Jukebox the Ghost and they've taken over my life. I know it sounds crazy, but the album hasn't left my car stereo since I bought it. When I'm not listening to it, I'm singing or whistling it through the hallways at the office. It's catchy, it's alternately upbeat and eerie, and it's fun. The album is entitled "Let Live and Let Ghosts" and it is an experience.

Jukebox the Ghost is was pop was supposed to be. Jukebox the Ghost has been compared to Queen, Panic at the Disco, and a variety of other hazy references that attempt to classify their sound. It ranges from a sort of ethereal dirge with apocalyptic prophecies to the sublime sounds of synthesizer and piano. It ranges from passion to whimsy. The album is a sort of experience all its own. I'd like to pick my favorite song, but each song seems to bring something new to the table. Some standouts are Hold It In, Victoria, and Under My Skin.

The album, to me, exists as an album. The songs can be listened to individually, but as an album they flow together and take you on a sort of journey. I would advise listening to the album at LEAST two times before formulating an opinion. It takes at least two listens to begin to appreciate the subtle qualities that make every track shine.

Another tip, and it's weird. Listen to this in a car where you can crank it, or even better, high quality headphones. The piano in each song shines when you can hear it loud and clear.