Disco de The Postal Service: “Give Up [Bonus Tracks]”

Dntel's Jimmy Tamborello and Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard knew they were on to something good as soon as they finished collaborating on the track "(This is) the Dream of Evan and Chan." That compelling combination of Tamborello's melodic knob-twiddling and Gibbard's literate vocals and forlorn delivery was the triumph of Dntel's acclaimed 2001 release Life Is Full of Possibilities. Not long after that first collaboration, The Postal Service was born. The relative strangers began recording in December 2001, swapping tracks on CD-Rs through the mail.

Listening to the act's debut brings back the same sort of giddiness inspired in me by New Order's Low Life when I first picked it up a decade-and-a-half ago. The Postal Service expertly channels that adolescent spirit with an awkward blend of dance beats and melodic songwriting. However, the duo has updated the sound for the millennial set, pleasantly mixing Depeche Mode beats and bass lines, Pet Shop Boys melodies and Warp Records-styled twinkling tones and clicks. Orchestral samples and pseudo horns add an unusual flavor to "Clark Gable." Chunky, monophonic Casio-sounding keys tie the vocals to the beat in "Nothing Better."

Two of the album's highlights appear right at the front end of the record. The first song, "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight," leads with brooding organ, before beats saunter in and steadily cruise through the first verse and chorus to a clean, ringing guitar riff. A second chorus pumps even harder and defies you to not sing along. This despite a characteristically bumming realization repeated by Gibbard: "I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving" (Christ, Benny, just stick a fork through my heart, why don't you?). Track two, "Such Great Heights," has already been released as a single. The catchy number apes Rod Stewart's "Young Turks," especially the beat and understated arrangement, albeit in an electro fashion.

The remainder of Give Up is solid, though Gibbard's lyrics are less potent by the middle of the record, and Tamborello burrows perhaps a little too deeply into some of the thinner sounds of the cold '80s era that inspires him. "Sleeping In" stumbles a bit with Gibbard's trite invocation of the JFK assassination, but the murmured chorus, "Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in," that drapes over a quiet acoustic guitar phrase is strong enough to carry the entire song.

Perhaps the only shortcoming of Give Up is that the adherence to pop shuts out some of the more interesting electronic elements explored on Life Is Full of Possibilities. "Natural Anthem" is probably the most adventurous Postal Service tune, utilizing a relatively heavy break-beat, a looping string sample and more aggressive production, but clearly the duo's strengths are geared more toward hit-making than trailblazing. So, while the record isn't necessarily an instant classic, the unabashed embrace of simple pop sensibilities, both old and new, make it a record that is hard to stop listening to.

Jay Breitling

The Postal Service had an unusual start. No, not THAT postal service, but the unique band behind one of the best albums of 2003, the indie-electronic "Give Up." Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard and Dntel's Jimmy Tamborello exchanged tapes through the mail, sculpting the sweet, melancholy trip-hop masterpiece "Give Up".

It starts off on strong footing with the melancholy, angelic-voiced "District Sleeps Alone Tonight" with its solemn organ opener. The second song is even stronger -- the sparkling, upbeat "Such Great Heights," an adoring love song from a guy to his on-the-road girlfriend. "They will see us waving/from such great heights/come down now!/they'll say/but everything looks perfect from far away..."

With such a great opener, the rest of the album is almost garuanteed to be lackluster. But Gibbard and Tamborello manage to keep the quality up with the delicate "Sleeping In," ethereal "Nothing Better," and the dreamily majestic "Recycled Air" with its backdrop of string-like synth. "Give Up" ends on a slightly darker note with the dark, grittier "This Place is a Prison" and the fast-paced but strange "Brand New Colony," before finishing off with the magnificently cacophonous "Natural Anthem."

"Give Up" was originally recorded in a rather weird way, with Gibbard and Tamborello exchanging packages with recorded CDs inside. Not your typical way of making music, and some might have scoffed at this unorthodox method. But it pays off beautifully -- the melodious poppy sound of Postal Service is absolutely intoxicating. It's a perfect mix of beats, clicks, dreamy synth and sweet vocals. Gibbard's clear voice is a little sad, and contemplative, and is backed up in some songs by Jen Wood and Jenny Lewis.

The lyrics are beautiful, romantic and heartfelt ("I am finally seeing/why I was the one worth leaving..."), often evoking a slightly otherworldly feeling, not tied in with the world as we know it. It brings up dark cities, flying couples, gaudy apartments and places where things are sad and a little dreamy. The keyboard arrangements are shimmering, guitar riffs are steady and solid, and a cluster of other instruments (organ and horn) surface and vanish seamlessly.

"Give Up" both satisfies a musical hunger and leaves you wanting more. Proving that innovation is NOT dead in the music biz, the Postal Service is a fantastic breath of fresh air. Dreamy, a little depressed, but uplifting and sweet.

I didn't quite understand the importance of "Give Up" three years ago. I was 18, fresh out of high school, and Such Great Heights was on some commercial for a car or something.

I'm 21 now, and I may not fully understand all of what Ben Gibbard and Jimmy Tamborello felt with all of this, but I understand my acceptance of this record and all that it gave to me. This album is a full-on assault of emotion and hope.

"The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" is one of the most amazing songs I have heard in my life. The backing vocals are beautiful and pure, as is the feeling the song projects.

"Nothing Better" is an amazing duet a la Humanleague that grabs you from the second it starts. The line "dont you feed me lies about some idealistic future" is one of the greatest phrases I have come across in a sea of lyrics that I have absorbed in my lifetime.

"Clark Gable" is an up track with a dancy beat and nancy lyrics that any Smiths or DuranDuran fan would absolutely cream over. The melody is beautiful and soaring and gives the listener a feeling of flight.

"Give Up" is an amazing album from start to finish and should be absorbed by anyone willing to open their hearts and minds and, for once, feel the emotion of true artists that will, in turn, help them learn about themselves.

I first heard this album when my friend brought it to my house one day. She told me that I had to hear the second song; that the lyrics are beautiful and so relatable. So I listened to it. At first I thought "Such Great Heights" was rather odd, since I'd never previously listened to any music from this genre. After I listened to it a couple more times, however, I fell in love with not only "Such Great Heights," but with the entire CD. The lyrics are amazing and the vocals and music are soothing but not boring. I highly reccommend this album to everyone.

I am so grateful to destiny that crossed the paths of Ben Gibbard and Jimmy Tamborello. Some time ago, the duo created "The Dream of Evan and Chan." As soon as that was completed, they knew they were on to something spectacular. So Gibbard (from Seattle-based Death Cab for Cutie) and Jimmy Tamborello (from LA-based Dntel) used the USPS to produce a "synth-pop" record, setting demo CDs, ideas, and tracks via mail. Suitably, they call themselves The Postal Service.

Some may question The Postal Service's "rockability." I assure you, The Postal Service does rock. You see, they have guitars like any other rock band but unlike most bands, they combine gee-tars with an electronic touch. They've taken that basic indie rock recipe, made some alterations and created something pretty damn unexpected. And we're all bubbling with excitement about this totally new flavor of indie fare.

Look forward to the usual Gibbard qualities: melody, pretty word choice, and crooning. This is quite possibly an extremely emo album, but when Ben tells you he's "thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss, they're perfectly aligned," you can do nothing but melt.

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