If you've got the time and/or the money and/or the sanity to keep close tabs on America's bustling indie-rock underground, you no doubt know that quite a few of the scruffy slouches who run things down there are double-dipping in an increasingly shallow artistic gene pool. Simply put, stagnation's stinking up the place, with fewer and fewer bands making attempts at invention or innovation or even interesting ideas, choosing instead to reiterate the advances made by the form's legitimate trailblazers: Superchunk, Tortoise, Fugazi, Matmos. It's silly, of course, to expect bands that record for small labels to skirt creative stasis more readily than ones that record for multinational corporations based on that criterion alone--for every Sugar... More >>>
Death Cab for Cutie proves there's still life in the underground. Just don't ask them how. Or why.