You know those albums where each song has that one part -- the part that you wait for, the part that's good enough to make you listen to the same song repeatedly for an hour and a half while you're laid out catatonic on the floor or singing along in your car when you're already 20 minutes late for work? This is one of those. "Album of the Year" brings the evolving sound of The Good Life to fruition -- catchy, moody pop/rock that fluctuates between the all-ages club and the smoky cabaret, right alongside sing-along crescendos that spin into cinematic bursts. Every song has a plan, going to a place that will inevitably involve leaving, being left, or leaving in anticipation of being left. Tim Kasher's ability to cleverly turn an innocuous phrase into a malicious slur of ill will leaves you not knowing whether to laugh or cry, all while giving you the distinct impression that you'll be quoting him at some point down the road.