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The Decemberists

Loch Lomond / TICKETS STILL AVAILABLE FOR 11/11 AT THE WELLMONT THEATRE IN MONTCLAIR, NJ!

Wed 11/5

All Ages

7 PM Doors / 8 PM Show

$31

The Decemberists

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"I'm a poor, drunken orphan with nowhere to go but the grave," wailed a waifish and non-plussed Mr. Chris Funk as he lay supine by the railroad tracks. The crate of records he had been cradling in his nubile appendages now lay in pieces on the ashen ground, his complete collected recordings of sixties psychedelic luminary Rick "Paisley Dave" Rigmore scattered hit her and yon like so many dead leaves beneath a diseased elm. Noting his neglect to accredit this phrase to its rightful owner, chief engineer Jenny Conlee, her accordion neatly strapped to her back, stepped lightly from the caboose and corrected his negligence with the aplomb only an immigrant Hungarian could muster: "Dylan Thomas, sir! Please move along!" But it was too late: an indelible bond had been soldered in that moment of recognition. A few hours later, in a Turkish bath, they revealed their stories to one another between sips of a strange, tangerine liqueur. Not far from that spot, however, two young military dignitaries (John Moen, Nate Query), appropriately lathered, overheard our two heroes' stories. Was it chance, then, that lead the four unsuspecting bathers to seek to return their soiled undergarments at the same kiosk where worked the poor, bespectacled Colin Meloy? One can surmise all one wants, but the truth should be known that, after adopting the moniker The Decemberists, these five wan vagabonds began playing their peculiarly styled pop music in various concert-halls and brothels all across the globe.

Loch Lomond

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The third official recording from Loch Lomond, Paper The Walls is one of those rare albums which has the power to deeply imprint itself on the listener. Recorded at Portland's Type Foundry (M Ward, The Decemberists), the album is rich with detail while retaining an uncommon sense of space. The songs have a pastoral quality, simple in form, but saturated with tone and texture.

When Ritchie Young begins to sing, the listener is swept up in the uncommon range and power of his voice, which can switch from fragility to thunder in the turn of a phrase. But Young appears to have learned the power of restraint, saving vocal tornadoes for emotional apexes, buoyed by the four-part harmonies and invigorating string section swells and rhythmic dynamics of the ensemble.

Long a popular fixture of the Portland music landscape, Loch Lomond finally has an album that matches the lush intensity of their live performances. There is no studio trickery here. This music is reproduced faithfully on stage, with six to nine player performances, that truly make Loch Lomond a hard act to follow. There are no half measures with Loch Lomond. This is a band, long respected, that is gathering force to bring their gorgeous tidal waves of sound to a much wider audience.