Optimism that can't quite find its feet, dogged determination, and a nose to the grindstone: a mix for a man on thin ice, trying for all he's worth not to slip. Or: James McGill, Esquire, circa BCS season one.

As always, a musical blend of aching sincerity with liberal dashes of self aware irony and plenty of downers, because I can't seem to do anything else for my favorite sad little try-too-hard criminal lawyer.

Showtime, folks.

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