I recently had the pleasure of buying a copy of The Decemberists’ latest work, The Hazards of Love.
This album weaves together an arboreal love story that is coupled with raw guitar and harpsichord to create an atmosphere which resembles a Victorian royal fight with threads of a typical romance of lore.
I think Allmusic put it best, in a strange way:
“Hazards of Love won’t convert anybody who already wrote the band off as overly precious bookworms with a Morrissey/Victorian ghost story fetish, but fans who have dutifully followed the Decemberists since their 2002 debut get to take home bragging rights this time around.”
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