2 Months After the Rest Discovered it..."Possess Your Heart"
I finally gave in and took a listen. I am so stubborn with popular music. My indie complex usually keeps me from listening to bands that I have seen hundreds of teenagers wearing T-Shirts for. Really, I should stop that.
I don't even LIKE Death Cab that much. Always been sort of lukewarm in my eyes.
But...god. This is...great! I am listening to their newest, Narrow Stairs, over and over again. I am now a convert.
I am SO MAINSTREAM. Oh well. Some things, well, some things are popular for a reason.
Never heard a long-form song that kept me from getting bored, without relying on giant dance breaks in the middle. It smashes the 3:00 pop length requirement to pieces, but its style and words are still what Death Cab are good at: dark, beautiful, emotionally in-tune pop rock.
The first half is instrumental, but once you hear the lyrics, you understand what it was referencing with those four minutes of pained, desirous indie-rock-sounding build-up: unrequited love, natch. A typical subject- for good reason. Ever actually felt it? Yeah, it's the type of feeling one could write hundreds of songs about. Gibbard doesn't need to write any more, though, since he can't do another unrequited song as perfect as this one.
Is that me underestimating him? Hopefully, I will see in the coming years, as his band releases more and more music. I have such respect for them now.
I don't even LIKE Death Cab that much. Always been sort of lukewarm in my eyes.
But...god. This is...great! I am listening to their newest, Narrow Stairs, over and over again. I am now a convert.
I am SO MAINSTREAM. Oh well. Some things, well, some things are popular for a reason.
Never heard a long-form song that kept me from getting bored, without relying on giant dance breaks in the middle. It smashes the 3:00 pop length requirement to pieces, but its style and words are still what Death Cab are good at: dark, beautiful, emotionally in-tune pop rock.
The first half is instrumental, but once you hear the lyrics, you understand what it was referencing with those four minutes of pained, desirous indie-rock-sounding build-up: unrequited love, natch. A typical subject- for good reason. Ever actually felt it? Yeah, it's the type of feeling one could write hundreds of songs about. Gibbard doesn't need to write any more, though, since he can't do another unrequited song as perfect as this one.
Is that me underestimating him? Hopefully, I will see in the coming years, as his band releases more and more music. I have such respect for them now.
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