The Washington State-indie rockers rolled through the hellish Phoenix heat to throw us desert-dwellers a nice show. They played over two hours, which is much more than you usually get for a ticket price twice as high as what they (or LiveNation) charged.
During the set I was introduced “Grapevine Fires,” a lovely and melancholy song in the best vein of Death Cab.
Lead vocalist Ben Gibbard enjoyed a joke or two with the audience, then the band launched into “Transatlanticism.” It was great time and a good show.
I will also note, as it seems to amuse people, that I am very fond of Death Cab, but I really can’t stand Gibbard’s other project, the Postal Service.
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Posted on August 20, 2011
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