Meet Danny Bobbe: nightbus intellectual, enfant terrible, LA Font frontman. Born in Alaska, then transplanted to Los Angeles from Montana in 2008 with little more than a Volvo station wagon to his name, he’s since established himself as one of the city’s most compelling songwriters. (The Volvo met a worse fate.) LA Font’s songs are indie rock laced with hooks, jutting with spiky guitars on loan from Pavement, and they take an outsider's perspective on hipsters and gangsters; traumatic brain injury and Sidney Crosby; the homeless in Santa Monica and on Skid Row; crumbling friendships and the subway hucksters selling something that they swear is 14-karat gold (“and truthfully,” Bobbe wails in “White Man,” “it’s really hard to say”). For LA Font, the city is bleak, gritty, laden with traps – but it remains a place that promises change to the courageous.