If anyone's been itching for some fresh autumn fare, I'm going to suggest All-Time Quarterback. It's a Ben Gibbard side project from 2003, so maybe not that fresh. It has none of the summery confidence of Postal Service or Death Cab-- rather, it's more the sound of a man keeping out the dark. All cold vocals and desperate strumming. Perfect for turning the corner into fall.
The other night, I dreamt of a voice muttering over and over "and now we come to that last pale divide" and I woke up knowing that it meant the river Styx.
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