"We need some light," Ruth Quigley, the lank-haired keyboard player in Glasgow's Dogs Die in Hot Cars, said onstage last Tuesday night at Irving Plaza. She and her bandmates—each a different version of gawky—were gearing up to rock the room full of chattering trendoids assembled to dig Phoenix, the evening's infinitely hipper headliners. Quigley soon got it, and so did we, since, despite their name, light is pretty much exactly what DDIHC bring to the resurgent Britpop scene the band is spearheading alongside similarly positioned acts the Futureheads and... More >>>