Jack Antonoff has spent enough time behind other people’s massive albums that it would be easy, and very lazy, to treat Bleachers like the side door. The place he goes when Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, Lorde, and the rest of the pop-industrial weather system don’t need him for a minute. But that’s never really been the thing with Bleachers. Bleachers is where Antonoff gets to build the whole town, then burn down a few blocks, then host a block party in the ash.