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The Decemberists, Tennis

CD Reviews: The King is Dead, Cape Dory

By Austen Diamond
Posted // January 11,2011 - The Decemberists, The King is Dead 3_5_stars.gif
Colin Meloy’s got a purdy mouth; so would say an old-timin’ troubadour. The Decemberists’ frontman’s word-of-the-day lexicon enters the charmed, if not simple, language of alt-country—the latest conquering of the Portland-based nerd-balladeers. Find golden words in The King is Dead such as bonhomie—geniality—dowager—a widow with title derived from her late husband—and loam—fertile soils. And that’s only in “Calamity Song,” a tune a la R.E.M, whose Peter Buck plays guitar on three tracks.

However, the lyrical zeal is anything but sisyphean soundings. This effort has stripped-down imagery, in contrast to the immoderate Hazards of Love and ballads past—“The Mariner’s Revenge” creates vivid allegories via intricate details. And in 10 punchy tracks, less is more.

Listeners can perform their own imagination gymnastics, with tightly crafted stories ranging from “Don’t Carry It All” to plain old fun in “Down By the Water,” whose final verse sings “All dolled up in gabardine/ The lash-flashing Leda of pier 19/ Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag.” The band’s homespun approach is bolstered by Gillian Welch’s backing vocals on that track and six more. To borrow a word from “All Arise,” the album is a panoply of folkeoisie, a rhapsodic divergence from a band that rarely disappoints. (Capitol)

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In the vast sea of incessant She-and-Hims, how does one male-female duo differentiate themselves? With a thematic, breezy pop album inspired by a seven-month sail on the deep Big Blue. The married Alaina Moore and Patrick Riley released two EPs before releasing their full-length debut on Fat Possum Records.

Post-college, they actualized their dream of captaining a mini-yacht—a Cape Dory—around the northern Atlantic. Afterwards, landlocked in Denver, Colo., the two mused Cape Dory, which nostalgically relives their paradigm-changing experience. Quick and focused, its California-esque surf-pop, featuring slightly fuzzy, bouncy guitar melodies and ooh-waah-oohing vocals, easily garners comparisons to Best Coast and the like. Tennis’ plenipotentiary minimalism has more melody and less reverb-ed callithump-iness.

Cape Dory’s sunny vibe melts the January cold in rapid succession—of the 10 songs, only three break the three-minute mark. “Bimini Bay” transports listeners to carefree days of young love. The driven “South Carolina” is a tempo-gainer mid-album, followed by jangly “Pigeon.” While “Marathon” is creating some well-deserved hype for the band, the fun, catchy “Seafarer” and “Baltimore” are the album’s underdogs. (Fat Possum)

 
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