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The Decemberists

  • 5th Aug, 2005 at 4:15 AM

I have, in my hot little hands, a ticket for The Decemberists show in Montréal. It's in mid-October, so I'm seriously prefetching here. However, I figure this is good insurance to make sure I go out and do something sociable then.

ayria introduced them to me a couple of months ago, and their songs are reminiscent of the Beatles, but with a vastly superior vocabulary. The music has got excellent melodies and harmonies that are backed by beat; instead of the other way around. And the lyrics just tickle my inner writer:

And I am a writer, writer of fictions;
I am the heart that you call home,
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones.
My bones.
My bones.

I went looking for more music that's in this vein, but people keep recommending things that are far more vicious than this band. So I'm just going to use Monte Carlo methods to try finding other things that I like.



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5th Aug, 2005 15:52 (UTC)
Oh, I think I'll go too, I was longing to see them again recently...
5th Aug, 2005 16:11 (UTC)
All right. We can go together.
5th Aug, 2005 20:46 (UTC)
I don't really know the Decemberists, but based on that snippet I wouldn't say they are better than the Beatles in terms of lyrics. Take one of my favourite songs:

B.C. Thirty-One said "we caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free (Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them so
But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes from behind

Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Bang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead

Or perhaps,

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques Fair--what a scene
Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!
5th Aug, 2005 21:13 (UTC)
I'm not saying that the Beatles had poor lyrics, oh no, I like the Beatles very much. But many Decemberists songs use endangered words that they seem to be rescuing. For instance:
Here she comes in her palanquin,
On the back of an elephant,
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk

All astride on her father's line,
With the king and his concubines,
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.
And we'll all come praise the infanta.

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5th Aug, 2005 21:14 (UTC)
I tried Neutral Milk Hotel, but I think I'd much rather read their verse than listen to their music. It's insufficiently lyrical for me.

Sad, though.
5th Aug, 2005 22:40 (UTC)
I think that compared to the Decemberists, Tool might be some of what he qualifies as "vicious".
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