
My early contender for "Album of the Year" is the new Decemberist's album, The Hazards of Love. I've listened to it all the way through at least five times in the last week. Some people may find the theme of the album to be a bit gruesome (we're talking about a woman in medieval times falling in love with a shape-shifter and her run ins with a jealous forest queen and a child killing rake) but as my wife Kristin said, "The fact that they have songs about ridiculous things like medieval rape and archaic child murder is EXACTLY why I love them!" I'm in total agreement.
I was lucky enough to be in the engineering booth when they were live at KUT during SXSW (thanks Abbe!). I thought Colin was funny in the interview. He riffed about IKEA shelving units when he mispronounced yourself and talked about how metal purists (and possibly folk purists as well) would hate him even more after this album. When asked if the album had a definite story, he responded with a simple "yes". He was then asked if he would like to explain it in 25 words or less he said "no". Colin then went on to explain it in probably 500 words. One of the guest singers, Becky Stark, then summed it up thusly, "Colin, isn't it really about true love?" There you have it. Two words: True. Love.
One other thing that Colin mentioned in the interview was that this was originally intended to be a musical. When writing it, he decided it sounded better as a rock album and moved towards that rather than the musical. But that's exactly what it is. It's a rock opera without all the mess that usually accompanies that. Each song works individually and as part of the larger story.
What I love about the Decemberists in general, and this album in particular, is the ability to tell a story. Their lyrics are literature. Their music gives a sense of time, place, and mood. When I listen to a song I am transported and can see exactly what's going on.
Allow me to be Jana for a moment and give you selected lyrics from "The Rake Song":
"No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse"
and this:
"Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Eziah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright
And that’s how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me"
Now that's cruelty. I like it.