I consciously avoided Death Cab For Cutie at Coachella this year. I like them just fine. Plans was a mellifluous little collection of tunes that somehow today remind me of walking around Hollywood’s Farmer’s Market at Selma and Ivar. It was just that there were other acts that I’d wanted to see more. So I skipped them.
Had I heard Narrow Stairs beforehand, I don’t know that I would have been so cavalier about DCFC’s set. While their last album was so jangly and well-intentioned, so full of cotton candy, this new one is a different beast entirely. It’s darker, it’s leaner, it’s more likely to lurk in alleyways than frolic in danedelion patches. Take “Your New Twin Sized Bed” for example, which kicks off with quiet stings and Ben Gibbard’s reclusive, spectral voice sounding not entirely unlike something Nineties-era Manchester might have given us, but then kicks up an insistent, orchestral flavored jam. Maybe it’s because I’ve been all over Saturdays=Youth lately, but it sounds like M83 without all the cinema.
It’s not a complex tune, but if this is the sort of stuff they were belting out on the Coachella stage sixteen days ago, I’m gonna have to take the ol’ DeLorean up to 88, if you know what I mean.
Death Cab For Cutie - “Your New Twin Sized Bed”
on the web: amazon, itunes, official site, allmusic (Andrew Leahey’s review)
Elbow never disappoints. And somehow, they always manage to release an album when I’m at some transition point in Los Angeles. Their new one, The Seldom Seen Kid, arrives just as I’m starting a new job in Burbank. It’s my first real job in years, and by real job, I mean nine-to five, Monday through Friday, 401K sort of job. Frankly, it’s a bit scary, but the short commute over the hill is softened considerably by this new Elbow venture, which takes about the full duration of the back and forth drive to play out.
I’m off to the great foggy north. My long time friend, Dayle, is done with the single life (remember 



















