The day has come, the well anticipated John Mark McMillan album, Economy, has been released.
I have been sitting with this album for about a month now and the more I listen the more I like it.
John Mark continues to make music that is his own music and yet represents thousands of people. That might sound like indie blog-esque hyperbole, but going back to a post I wrote a while ago (found here) about the difference between writing for others and writing for yourself, John Mark does a great job of producing music that he is wrestling with instead of wondering what others want to hear.
This album is John Mark and his bands music, and for that I love it and I think you will as well.
Check it
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My favorite is Track 7 on your player (if it’s the same as the album, it is Who is This, but I’d call it Oh My Soul)
It would be so easy to do a KILLER mash up between this and Come Let Us Adore Him for the Christmas services. Its practically the same melody line, and some of the lyrics, while pointing to Easter, could lead really well into the Christmas message.
Just a thought.
Maybe it’s Sins are Stones. I cant tell, it just says the track but Sins as Stones are the introductory lyrics.
Just listened through the album for the first time. All the way through.
I was really disappointed.
Loved his last album. I’d listen to it over and over and over. This album, feels like it was trying to pull off the same stunts the first one executed. The music didn’t progress, grow or change.
But that’s just me. I’m no music theorist. I’m no insider and I don’t doubt that there is a lot of thought and wrestling going on behind the tracks.
But – historically – sophomore albums are difficult to come by, especially when the first album is a stunning surprise.
I’ll stay a fan for sure. I’ll probably give the album another shot (and I’ll keep listening to the first one).
The worst. This can’t be called a singer, a voice, nor music.