Death Cab

The crowd for Death Cab was the worst at lolla, hands down. Between the group of underage kids drunk off of a water bottle filled with cheap vodka starting a “Go Sox!” chant and the muscleman next to me laying game on a girl almost too drunk to stand, I became slightly irritated. Death Cab’s performance transcended the idiocy of the aforementioned clown-show, however, proving they deserve their lofty place above the rest of the mediocre OC hyped bands. They whipped their heads and guitars with unexpected ferocity and captivated their sea of listeners with some sort of witch doctor/poet magnetism. During ‘I Will Follow You Into The Dark” even the drunkest of drunks kept quiet and hung on Ben Gibbard’s every word. When he sung, “in the blackest of roooooooms,” (you know what I’m talking about) all 9,000 people singing along (including myself) dropped to the most delicate of ‘roooooooms’ at the same time that was so soft I got goose bumps. Great show.

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