In his Three Imaginary Girls review of the Decemberists' The Crane Wife, he wisely observes:
"Both of these comments are just angles hacks take to avoid spending more time with the music, absorbing the admittedly convoluted but compelling storytelling of bandleader Colin Meloy, in language not all that much more 'literary' than anything on a Bob Dylan or an Elvis Costello album. Okay, so the combination of more obscure words and faintly archaic musical forms may suggest some sort of complicated nostalgic aesthetic on the band's part, but to me it's no less organic than the Pogues. There's just a little less male prostitution and getting kicked in the nards by the cops."
In his Shorthand for Epic profile in the Stranger, he elicits my new favorite music-related quote:
"Beau, my roommate, who took the picture, and brought Larry into the band, is against that idea of four rogues smoking, leaning up against the wall of the building. You know what? You're not a street gang. Unless you're scary motherfuckers like Suicidal Tendencies, stop looking like it! And you're not fashion models. You're playing music."
Bravo, Chris!
Keep readin':
http://www.threeimaginarygirls.com/decemberists06nov.asp
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=118747
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