It does, however, include a violin, played by the apt Ryan Delahoussaye. Alas, the violinist's talent alone can not save the music of this band. The production of the CD is top notch. If it were not for the incoherent lyrics of Justin Furstenfeld, the band might well have reached relative fame long before this year. The lyrics show that he sees this album as a sort of extended therapy session.
Music can act as therapy, and therapy can be good.
However, good music and good therapy are two entirely separate things. Furstenfeld's audience appears to be the broke demons in his head, rather than the multitudes who actually have the cash to buy this disc. This song keeps a good rhythm, even if it sounds like a male impersonation of Alanis Morissette. Though potentially a stunning ensemble, Blue October currently ranks somewhere in mediocrity.