By Oakland L. Childers
By Kelsey McClure
By Melinda Cooper
By Allison Babka
By Christian Schaeffer
By Allison Babka
By Melinda Cooper
By RFT Music
The ragtag cast includes an orphaned chimney sweep and the infantrymen who find life in death's whisper. There is the masturbating teen spying on his neighbor and the dead infant quaking in her grave. The mostly acoustic songs are hummable and lush with harmony, but they are haunted, blood-spattered things -- poetic and strange, sophisticated yet bawdy. It's not all such Dickensian stuff. There are love songs, too. And nonsense bits, like "Song for Myla Goldberg," in which Meloy spikes his verse with silliness and Latin conjugation. But throughout the albums, characters rise from the grave and speak across generations. They offer tales of violence and fear, heartache and longing. Their settings are of another era; their messages are timeless.
"I'm a bit of a recluse and a homebody by nature," says Meloy, speaking by phone from his home in Portland, Oregon. "A lot of it is me living vicariously through these characters. It's fun to write with them because they have more adventures than I have." Take the hero of "Chimbley Sweep," who steals comfort from lonely wives when husbands aren't looking. "I think of a chimney sweep as being a character that's lost to the world," Meloy says. "Granted, there are still chimney sweeps, but the idea of a poor and orphaned chimney sweep in the nineteenth century is just amazing. It's like he's the house painter or the milkman or this anachronistic character who symbolizes a weird sexual temptation. This man who shows up in the middle of the day -- or the night, as the case may be."
Although Meloy has written songs and played guitar since he was fourteen, he never intended to be a musician. "I told everyone I was going to be a writer when I grew up," he says. He recently finished a 100-page book about the Replacements' Let It Be, published as part of the 33 1/3 series, in which artists write about their favorite albums. "It's basically a memoir about growing up, about being in Montana and feeling alienated and how that record spoke to me." At the University of Montana, Meloy earned a degree in creative writing but grew disillusioned by his professors' insistence on short sentences and concrete imagery. "I was just getting to a point where that stoic, realist writing style wasn't really appealing to me," he recalls. "In music, there were no boundaries."
With this in mind, Meloy folded his wild-eyed literary leanings into music. He is one of pop music's most bookish lyricists, creating songs brimming with allusions and fantastic narrative. "All through high school and college, a lot of what I wrote was about girls and breakups and romantic highs and lows," he says. "I think I just wrote it out of me. Those elements are in the songs, but I just took a different tack. If it is going to be a love song -- and I think romantic songs have an important place -- I just try a different take on it."
Consider "Red Right Ankle," a pretty little love song about his girlfriend, Carson (who, incidentally, did the artwork for both albums). "This is the story of your red right ankle/And how it came to meet your leg/And how the muscle, bone and sinews tangle/And how the skin was softly shed." It's a song about the pain and beauty of a union, softly strummed on the guitar, but it's oblique, even gruesome. Why is the ankle red? Is it bloody, a birthmark? (Carson, as it turns out, has red freckles on her ankles; sometimes art is best left unexplained.)
Songs such as the boisterous "Billy Liar" borrow scenes from one of Meloy's favorite books, Dylan Thomas' Under Milkwood, which details the lives of 53 characters in a Welsh village. "It's one of those books that I read three or four times a year," he says. "It's been a strong influence on me in terms of just using language -- alliteration and consonance and onomatopoeia and fusing them into songwriting, which is maybe something people aren't as willing to take risks with for fear of being a bit too weird."
But Colin Meloy wears his weirdness like a hipster's tattoo. Like the instruments he chooses -- theremin, accordion, glockenspiel and Dobro. Or his sometimes elevated language ("Let your legs loll on the lino/'Til your sinews spoil"). Or his voice -- a nasal tenor that has been likened to both a weathered Englishman and Arnold Horshack of Welcome Back, Kotter. In fact, Colin Meloy is so weird that the only comparison critics seem to agree upon is to another pop music anomaly, Jeff Mangum. In 1998, working under the moniker Neutral Milk Hotel, Mangum released the singular In the Aeroplane Over the Sea and garnered almost unanimous critical praise, only to disappear entirely. The Decemberists share an undeniable sensibility, but the comparison has dogged the band as well.