“The last time Ben Gibbard had his heart broken, we got Transatlanticism,” a friend noted as we left the Crocodile, discussing the potential merits of the as-yet-unreleased songs we’d just experienced.
We had gone in hopeful but apprehensive, hoping for the best, but worrying that a post-Chris Walla Death Cab may have lost some vital component. Instead, the band sounded more lush, more full than ever, having replaced the loss of one member with the addition of two. Decade-old songs had more depth than we’d ever heard before. We, the longtime faithful.Continue reading