And these hazards of love nevermore will trouble us

For some reason, I don’t fully understand the incessant comparisons between Neutral Milk Hotel and The Decemberists. “They’re like Neutral Milk Hotel,” I could understand. But “they’re no Neutral Milk hotel,” I have a hard time with, since the latter band formed long after NMH stopped recording albums.

A criticism for sounding like the band that influenced you? This makes no sense. Is it a regional thing? That a band from the pacific northwest shouldn’t dare sound like a band from the south?

Ah… Is that it? Harrison Hudson! Another twitter calling-out of a band! Wait, add it up… Harrison is from the south… Hmmm… Do I have a theory in the works?

What about Death Cab for Cutie? These three groups are often pitted against each other as if in a favorite child competition. What’s with this? It makes me conjure Max Bemis…

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing ABOUT art or sex that you couldn’t read in any trendy new york underground fashion magazine…Proto-typical non-conformist. You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gestapo. You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges-BULLSHIT-giving your thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern. You’re diving face forward into an antiquated past, it’s disgusting! It’s offensive! Don’t stick your nose up at me!

Oh beanie-wearing artsies… Can’t we all just get along? Let’s get to the album review and leave the competition behind. This Tuesday, The Decemberists’ fifth studio album is to be released. (And I will beat the horse for just a moment to point out that The Decemberists are still making music.) This album, The Hazards of Love, may be the album to catapult the band past the other indie/experimentals into first position in the hearts of the genre’s followers, although the reviewers at Entertainment Weekly seem to disagree – they assigned a D+. Then again, that particular reviewer doesn’t seem to appreciate rock operas in the first place.

A rock opera? Yes. That’s what The Hazards of Love is. And for the first time in a long time, I can conceptualize the story from beginning to end on such an effort. Track 10, “The Rake’s Song”, is probably one of the best illustrations of such. Look, I appreciate metaphor in song. But in a rock opera, you’ve got to be literal. And I love that about this song. And you can count on The Decemberists to utilize historical, outdated, or just plain British colloquialisms throughout their lyrics. Do you know what a rake is?


[The Decemberists – The Rakes Song ]

Another item to appreciate about The Decemberists is that this opera is being performed in its entirety at their live performances, such as at South by Southwest last week. It’s meant to be heard all at one sitting; should it not, then, be performed all at once? This album gets The Little One’s approval. It’s good. Sit back on some cushy tasseled pillows with a hookah and enjoy it. I especially appreciate the album art. It’s just as I would have imagined for this story.

Just one more item, to further confuse my pac-nw versus deep indie south theory, The Decemberists are slated to play Bonnaroo in June, but not Sasquatch! in May. They’ll be playing two phases of a tour over the summer, so browse their myspace or their website to follow them.

Tell me now, tell me this,
A forest’s son, a river’s daughter,
A willow on the willow wisp,
our ghosts will wander all of the water.

So let’s be married here today
these rushing waves to bear our witness,
And we will lie like river stones
rolling only where it takes us.

You don’t know, you think you know

You had her all wrapped up in a neat and tidy package… One that you would never open. You thought you knew, but you didn’t know.

You didn’t know that she eats dark choc-o-late and reads dirty magazines.
And it was even news to her that you could kill her with a kiss.

She had no idea how badly she’d need to try to step into your open arms, and she had no forethought about demanding a kiss.

She broke a few rules.


[Harrison Hudson – Kill Her With A Kiss]

This is the only picture of Harrison Hudson I’ve ever seen, so I was taken aback when I heard the tunes on their debut album Blood, Sweat and Sweat. It’s like I am hearing a more approachable, more fun-loving, but just as hard-rocking, Chris Robinson.

Pictured here is the frontman for the three-piece band that bears his namesake. Hudson is backed by Brandon Dees on bass and Steven Kadar on drums, who are talented enough to sound like a quintet. They really embody the southern rock sound. And of course the genius that are Andy Hull and Jeremiah Edmond signed them to Favorite Gentlemen. I am entranced by the sound and the lyrics. I can’t be more eloquent than that.

I even love that they managed to make a word like “Californ-I-ain’t” sound cool, as demonstrated in Track 4, “California Girl”.

Ah, that’s a better picture. I am going to become a groupie. I am in love with these guys. I need my saving grace; I keep fallin’ into love with every pretty face I see…

Probably the song on the album that is strong enough to go toe-to-toe with any of history’s greatest southern hits would be track 6, “Clown”. Oh please be my guest and enjoy. ENJOY!

Oh, I gave you my heart and you took it like a common meal…


[Harrison Hudson – Clown]

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