The Decemberists: What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World
At first I pondered if I should click download and grab a whole album from these Decemberists, a band I've never heard about, singing that Indie that I abhorred so much. I can't say it's Indie, because it has something of that Chet Faker, of that Iron & Wine.
It's poetry, it's love and beautiful lust in the early years, a tear-filled recline on Memory Lane's yellow-brick wall. You sit there and have a smoke, while these guys send swirly dim visions your way.
'And I, 17 and terminally vague I wrote it down and threw it all away Never gave a thought what you and I made And you, sibylline, reclining in your cube You tattered me and tattered me with The things you would, the things you wouldn't do You noticed how I never had a clue Never had a clue... You felt as sweet as honey dew'
Download their new album from newalbumreleases dot net, and hit our facebook page (Music And News), tell us if we're the only ones with melancholy in our bones.
