It's been 10 years since Give Up came out. It's the only album The Postal Service ever made. And it became a soundtrack to the make-outs and breakups of pretty much everyone in high school or college in 2003. It was melancholy and bouncy at the same time. If you never heard it, you at least accidentally read the lyrics on a friend's Facebook or defunct instant messenger.
Now The Postal Service, a band made entirely of musicians who already had their own separate projects, is back together and touring, milking millennial nostalgia for all it's worth.
After opening act Ra Ra Riot (who are just so much fun) leaves and the various synth stations set up, all the lights go off and the dark is filled with glowing camera phone screens and the smell of nachos. Being inside the Verizon Theater is like being in a mega-church. There's carpeted stadium seating, giant screens flanking the stage. The foursome walks out -- Ben Gibbard, Jenny Lewis, James Tamborello and newbie Laura Burhenn, who joined for the tour.
"This is love in the modern age, folks," says Gibbard, clearly wanting to be quoted. "It's a goddamn bitch."