The whole thing begins with a bang: It's December 31, fireworks explode over the front lawn, the Cristal cork pops, and sensitive twentysomethings with all different shades of dyed black hair raise their champagne glasses to one another--probably toasting all the new breakups that the next 12 months will bring. But Ben Gibbard is still waxing existential in the corner, and you get the feeling that it's going to take a lot more than a sexy Friendster testimonial to cheer him up. "So this is the New Year, but I don't feel any different," he sings on the opener to Death Cab for Cutie's... More >>>