Didn't think apocalyptic chic could translate into an existential-blend blink-182? Think again. The Thermals swirl your Interpol with Ted Leo before throwing in a dash of humor to balance out the depressing despair of existence in the shadow of nuclear bombs, drone strikes, and rising sea levels. But if your anti-Bush-era metaphors won't carry you, it helps to have hipster friends in high places. When The Thermals were less than six months young, Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie gave Sub Pop Records a nudge. That and a $60 recording budget led to... More >>>