First, let it be known that I’m not a Decemberists fan. In fact, I’m probably what the kids these days call “a hater” when it come to The Decemberists. Through the years they’ve done many things to me. With Picaresque they bored me. On Crane’s Wife, because of all the DBT references the media made, they annoyed me, and truth be told, The Hazards of Love fell on deaf ears (which is a fancy way of saying I’ve never heard it). So, just to underscore the point, I am not now, or ever was in the past, a Decemberists fan.
That said, I am a huge fan of The Decemberists’ new record, The King Is Dead. This thing, despite every misgiving, preconceived notion and prejudice I had going into it, is Essential Listening. It really is a fantastic and catchy album. Who knows, maybe The Decemberists are gonna be my DBT, but in reverse, where I hated the beginning of their career but loved the end. It’s a tad early to know for sure, but I think the kids from the Pacific Northwest hit a grand slam home run with The King Is Dead.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to eat a little bit of crow.