[Updated] “Joy is My Armor” by Alex Ebert is no “Home,” and he’s fine with that. The song moves to a bass line that employs dub reggae’s offbeat motor, and Ebert repeats the title phrase until it takes on a life beyond the lyrics. Joy is a shield; is it also a weapon? And why doesn’t joy seem more joyful? Does the military context take some of the fun out of joy?
"Normally I ask people to put away their phones," The Lumineers' Wesley Schultz told the crowd at the sold-out House of Blues last night, but he didn't finish the sentence. There was no need to. From the first bars of "Submarines," the very collegiate audience was too busy singing along to update a Facebook status.