Death Cab for Cutie Makes the Greek Theatre Feel Closer

Nearly three decades into their career, Death Cab for Cutie took the stage on August 2 and 3 at the legendary Greek Theatre in Los Angeles. The Greek hosted two nights for the “I Built You a Tower” tour, and I’m in for night two in section three. 

Each stop on the tour so far seems to have a different “surprise” opening song, and tonight’s was a mini stripped-down version of “Full of Stars,” before they launched into the upbeat and cruise-worthy “Riptide” that properly kicked off the show with momentum. The minimal stage look had vertical LED panels that lit up behind the band and cycled through different shades of cool blues and vibrant reds throughout the show. While the visuals occasionally painted a city skyline, they also drifted between walls of fire and sad boy raindrops that complemented their sound quite well. 

The band had an honest and humble respect for their catalog. They played a significant number of hits as the 24-song set mainly features the new album while tastefully dipping into Transatlanticism, Plans, and Narrow Stairs. Frontman Ben Gibbard’s presence is astounding. His signature vocal is a hot metal iron that is stamped forever into the indie rock genre. Upon hearing one note, you know for certain that it’s Death Cab or The Postal Service (Gibbard’s beloved side project). And it magically hasn’t changed in the slightest over two decades, countless albums, and massive world tours. Some of the songs he sang tonight are likely considered “ancient text” to him now, but he executed as the cuts came out yesterday, and it all still hurts. 

There’s a signature purity in his voice that accompanies lyrics contemplating God and existence with words like “I wanna know the measure from Here to Forever…And I want to feel the pressure of God or whatever,”. And of course, the yearning. The Cuties have always managed to sound romantically devastated in a sophisticated and clever way that still lays their hearts out in the street with lyrics like, “And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide, lying awake at night.”

Gibbard moved swimmingly through the set, alternating between a pair of Fender electrics, what appeared to be a Jazzmaster or maybe a Mustang, and a Telecaster before stepping behind the keys for a few of the new album’s leading tracks. For one song, he even performed with no instruments, “Trap Door,” just mic in hand, owning the stage in his traditional lead singer role. 

As for the crowd – I’ve been strongly disagreeing with the live Reddit threads. The audience was a mix of elder millennials and baby Gen X who were definitely fangirling as much as an indie rock crowd can. By no measure was the crowd boring or unenthused. The fans were respectful, adoring and appropriate. Maybe you guys were moshing to “Title and Registration” back in 05, but I was busy typing their lyrics into my MySpace bulletins and hoping someone would ask if I was okay. From where I was sitting (not standing), I had a clear view of GA, where I saw maybe two or three people jumping up and down with their hands up, which seemed welcome from what I could observe. Personally, I found it refreshing to be in a crowd that knew when to sing along and when to just listen. It left room for Gibbard’s voice to shine without competing with thousands of fans trying to match every lyric. There’s certainly a time and place for both kinds of experiences. 

It wasn’t until “Black Sun,” where the band takes the liberty of an a cappella final chorus, with “How could something so fair, be so cruel, when this black sun revolved, around you,” that we hear this modest whisper-like sing-along from the crowd. It didn’t stem from unfamiliarity with the material, but rather from the die-hard crowd’s adoration and genuine respect for the band. The crowd was as crooked as teeth, with a mix of fans standing and sitting throughout the show. I myself was a little too shy to stand with my section split between the two (but was absolutely moved by the music to stand and sway if I had the courage to).

Another highlight of the show was during “The Ghosts of Beverly Drive,” with the lyrics, “You wanna teach, but you can’t be taught / I wanna sell, but not be bought,” that hit even harder in the current landscape of 2026. 

There’s an underlying and somewhat mythical fear in the indie rock world when it comes to the concept of “selling out.” To Girlsplain that, it’s when new and emerging groups hit a level of success where they could potentially make a dire decision to compromise on their signature sound in order to appeal to the masses. And sure, there’s a universe where the band could have done something incredibly blasphemous and featured radio divas on lead singles and went full “Death Cab For Capital One” or something, but that’s simply not the case for the Cuties. Outside of collaborating with indie hit producer Rich Costey in 2014, following Chris Walla’s departure from the group, a collaboration that resulted in one of the band’s more significant creative shifts with Kintsugi, the group stayed true to their sound while reading the room on their fanbase and still continues to evolve on their own terms. 

A melody of spotlights gathered to center stage for a well-placed acoustic performance of “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” between some of the leading tracks from their new album. The whole crowd sang along again at an appropriate non-performative volume that was truly music to my ears. That moment most certainly brought me back to my iPod Shuffle days of staring out the window of my family car on the way to school, missing someone who won’t exist for another couple of decades.

The set finished strong with “Here to Forever” and “Soul Meets Body.” Both had the crowd swaying and swooning. They returned to the stage for a very understood and expected four-song encore, which the entire crowd stood for. The grand finale was “Transatlanticism,” the title track from their most notable album. Outside of a few remarks about the heat wave in recent stops for the tour, Gibbard kept his live banter short, sweet, and gracious. Echoes of the final reprise “I need you so much closer” were under everyone’s breath on the walk out of the show, at least for me. 

Finding Duende in Los Angeles at Rosalía’s Lux Tour

Rosalía’s “Lux Tour” cannot be described in words but only felt. The cultural expression “Duende,” rooted in flamenco tradition, is the closest thing to being able to depict Rosalía’s work of art or do it any justice. The term “Duende” references the spirit of creativity and the intangible magical force that evokes the divine in both the artist and the audience. It’s the elusive magic that seems to only arrive when artists least expect it. Magic that can only appear when the artist is expressing an undeniable level of raw honesty, humility and surrender that simply cannot be faked, imitated or rehearsed.

Reverent fans filled the L.A. Forum, paying homage to Rosalía’s Lux album in white veils, all-white outfits and an array of head scarves. My personal favorite was a man in a yellow silk robe with a perfectly bedazzled neck brace as a nod to Rosalía’s character “Magick” from her recent acting debut in Euphoria. Traditional flamenco music played as everyone found their seats. The energy of the arena felt more like entering a theatre as the Heritage Orchestra filed into the center of the room. It was clear this tour was going to be different than anything we’ve ever seen or felt.

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Jimi Hendrix’s “Angel” played just before a delicately placed Rosalía in a white tutu was revealed from the opening of a giant box for “Sexo, Violencia y Llantas” and “Reliquia.” The initiation began with the beat of “Porcelana,” which grew into a dance any professional dancer, choreographer and rebellious bun head like myself would’ve lost their minds to be a part of. Even so, with grace and grit, Rosalía continues to be one of the few music artists who can keep the eyes of a trained dancer on her while surrounded by seasoned backup dancers. Whether it be dancing on pointé, rolling her flamenco wrists, or riding a pillow across the stage Motomami style, all eyes are on Rosalía. 

The Spanish singer-songwriter’s attention to detail in every note, every visual, every frame, every look, served a purpose and cracked open a new level of emotion. The heavy-hitting team of choreographers Charm La’Donna, (LA)HORDE, Dimitris Papaioannou and traditional flamenco artist Jose Maya managed to give us the essence of Rosalía through their movement. From contemporary ballet and hip-hop, to floating hand choreography and a full-blown rave with “Berghain.” In collaboration, her creative team found humility and freedom in the movement that seamlessly serves the story and leaves the ego at the door. By the time Rosalía sang “Saoko,” reminding us that we didn’t just come to cry, we came to shake some ass, everyone was on their feet. Even conductor Yudania Gómez Heredia and the Heritage Orchestra got down and gave the dancers and head-banging audience members a run for their money. 

A quick confessional moment as the hilariously candid actress and musician Odessa A’zion took the stage to confess inside the booth. Naturally, this led to flirty banter discussing Rosalía’s tongue exercises, because why not? “La Perla” followed with what can only be described as art on art on art and Rosalía in true goddess form as she floated through the air. 

Photo Cred. @baeth

Heritage proceeded to hit us with a freight train of emotions that perfectly complemented Rosalía’s flawless and soulful vocal runs that would stop flamenco legends in their tracks. The transfixed audience tried to hold back tears with lumps in their throats for “Divinize” and “Mio Cristo Piange Diamanti.” Rosalía then let her hair down and proceeded to show us that she could easily decide to be a full-time rock star if she felt like it. Heavy beats evoked the feeling of a modern-day drum circle of sorts and shook the arena for “CUUUuuuuuute.”  All while a giant fog machine reminiscent of a spaceship swung through the air in slow motion, changing tempos with the music and taking on a life of its own.

Watching a clip of this tour on your phone would be the equivalent of seeing a photo of a glass of fine sauvignon blanc but never truly tasting it. An untethered emotional rollercoaster ride that every person undoubtedly went home feeling moved and forever changed by, whether they meant to or not. “Lux” left me stunned with tears in my eyes, a smile on my face and a tiny white feather from the end of Rosalía’s set that seemed to magically float up into the palm of my hand. Duende that can only be felt from inside the arena if you’re lucky enough to be Divinized by the angel herself.


See Rosalía on tour here.