Austinist Show Review: The Decemberists at Stubb's
Just hours before The Decemberists were to take the outdoor stage at Stubb's, ominous clouds gathered over Austin, releasing a piddling sprinkle of rain that seemed, at the time, to bode unwell for the evening's show. But as the minutes crept ahead, the clouds followed suit, leaving us with a perfectly breezy fall evening -- a far cry from the sub-saharan muck we were mired in when we last saw the Portland, Oregon bunch, at last year's Austin City Limits 2005.
And what a year it's been for the lit-chic Colin Meloy and his merry band of violin-toting, upright bass-lugging misfits: late last winter, much hullabaloo was made when the indie band went big time, signing to Capitol Records. We thought it was a prudent move; boasting the likes of Shout Out Louds, Ok Go, and Austin's own Sound Team (among others), Capitol's developed a reputation for propelling the careers of former indie/cult wunderkinds, while still affording them a considerable degree of artistic freedom. Decemberists frontman Meloy put it fairly bluntly himself shortly after the announcement was made, remarking that "the contract that we have with Capitol is peppered with the words 'band approval.' It's really as good a contract as we could hope for. If they do have a nefarious agenda, it's completely hidden [to] me."
All photos by Eric Uhlir on flickr
It turned out that our obsessive-compulsive tendencies paid off in spades, as the hour-plus main set was nearly monopolized by tracks from The Crane Wife. Opening with the ebullient and optimistic "Crane Wife 3," Meloy and Co. plowed through the album's first few songs, including the twelve-minute-long shanty tune "The Island, Come and See..." and a rollicking rendition of "The Perfect Crime #2." A few songs into the show, Colin paused to comment on the agreeable weather, joking that otherwise, "when it rains, the show's free." Stubb's went wild.
Ever the gracious entertainers, the band carried the lighthearted atmosphere throughout the show. Halfway in, one of the band members -- we couldn't make out who, relegated as we were to the far back with the other smokers, evidently a new Stubb's policy -- asked Colin if they should tell "their joke," to which Colin agreed. It went something like this:
Q: "Have you ever had coffee with chicory?"
A: "No, but I've had yerba mate with Keith Jarrett!"
Silence.
Most of the crowd looked around, befuddled. It went above our heads, too, though that's hardly newsworthy. Sensing this, the band rushed into an energetic delivery of the new album's most radio-friendly single, "O Valencia," to universal applause. Echoing the track order of The Crane Wife, they rounded out the set with the lullaby-for-juvenile-deliquents, "Shankill Butchers," "Crane Wife 1 & 2," and a soaring version of "Sons and Daughters."
Despite the noticeable absence of such guaranteed crowd-pleasers as "July, July!" and "The Mariner's Revenge," or the hilarious shenanigans that Colin subjected the crowd to back at ACL, the Decemberists put on an energetic, eminently enjoyable performance. We left in the middle of the encore, determined to avoid the ensuing traffic jam, as they launched into the politically-charged "Sixteen Military Wives." Meloy was attempting to pull a Moses, parting the audience for some dueling chorus lines.
Evidently it was a hit; even a block and a half away, we could hear the cheers.
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