Excellent guitar-packed debut...
Seattle’s Death Cab For Cutie are merely the latest sign that indie
is no longer a pejorative term. Fiercely independent (they wouldn’t even sign
to ultra-hip label Jade Tree), and writers of intelligent, heartfelt lyrics,
you could even call them emo without fear of misclassification. Or you
could, if ‘The Photo Album’ wasn’t more punk in attitude than application.
The result is a slow-burning lo-fi tunefulness topped off with Ben Gibbard’s
extraordinary lyrics. Matching endearing scratchiness with detail-packed
tales more commonly found in short story collections, the pick of them –
‘Styrofoam Plates’ – tells a Raymond Carver-style story of the funeral of an
absent father who was more [I]”a donor of seeds to a poor single mother”[/I] than a
As intelligent, bittersweet, angular stuff, whether it’s alt.rock,
guitar-pop, or even emo is immaterial. Labels be damned – just call it great