LECADE - Glass - Big Machine Records

Though LECADE certainly created a substantial following with his hotly received indie releases, “When I’m Gone,” “Sober Me Up,” and “Backroad,” he’s redefined the uniqueness of his overall sound and risen his stock to astonishing new heights since signing with Big Machine Records.

“Next Town Over,” “Bed We Made,” and his most recent release, “You Get Me” have all worked in succession to become a consistent testament to his dedication to the songwriting craft as his lyrical output has become that much tighter within its self-reflective depth.

He now returns with his newest song “Glass,” ironically one which he didn’t write but that he knew he had to cut the moment he heard it. 

“When I heard ‘Glass’ for the first time, I knew it was a song that I needed to record. I’ve been there before, hurt and grasping for anything and everything that might distract me from looking that pain straight in the face. I hope ‘Glass’ makes people who might relate feel seen while also giving them a fun soundtrack to the summer that – unlike the painful memories I’m singing about – they’ll want to play again and again.”

Swerving from his pop laden, nearly hip hop kissed beats, “Glass” refreshingly carries its feel against more of a modern country essence that allows him to dynamically shift into a newly brushed sound.

Placing us on the barstool next to him as he battles an internal heartache of what used to be while seeking comfort in the drinks that just ain’t working to wash away his vivid memories, he cries out confessionally into the punch of the ultra-catchy chorus, “Don’t know how I’m supposed to weather this storm,” tapping the mature truth that try as he might, he can’t drink her off his mind.

“It whiskey rains, it whiskey pours

You ain’t mine but I’m still yours

Drinking to forget I ain’t getting you back

Running up a tab that’s kicking my, kicking my ass

Pour another make it twice as strong

Last call’s calling but you still ain’t gone

How the hell’s your memory hanging on like that

Top of my mind at the bottom of a glass”

Admitting that he’ll play the same scenario over again the next day, albeit at a new bar, he laments that he’ll lean into his negative coping mechanism of convincing himself that she misses him as he throws back another drink while swallowing the cold hard truth that she doesn’t miss him at all.

Surrounded in common loneliness that tortures from the inside out in the aftermath of a tough heartbreak, LECADE strikes tremendous connectibility between he and the broken-hearted listener, raising his stock another level by encompassing a fresh new vibe into his already addictive aura as he satisfies the itch of his fanbase while boldly stamping an intrigue that pulls in those industry naysayers who’ve previously been on the fence.

(Review Written By: Jeffrey Kurtis/Artwork c/o Big Machine Records)