You want emotionally-driven, sincere, alternative music? You want beautifully orchestrated, mind-bogglingly heartfelt pop tunes? You want passion so palpable you're compelled to clean your ears out after hearing it? You want to get inappropriately touched by sweet melodies until you're thier bitch? Do you?
Yeah, that's right. Try not feeling that, I dare you. Just try and not be moved in the slightest by the sheer scope of this flavor. Try listening to this album and not feel better about your day, or the world in general. You can't. You can't stop your eyes from watering when you look into the sun.
Those are called tears, Rennie.