Oh, man! Should I kick myself for not having checked this band out earlier or should I be grateful for having found them at all? A harmonica and thick beats make the ears stand up as a nasal voice with a unique singing style blows forth the most interesting lyrics. The guitar and bass are perfect; there’s a bit of folk and country here but what it is is splendid pop music. With melodies that are heart-warming but not instantly catchy, The King Is Dead is meant to be played several times and then a few more. Each of the songs is outstanding, and the album is so good that I’m compelled to not only change the ratings on the two album reviews that were published earlier today but also delete those inferior albums from this laptop. And then I’m going to treat myself to everything The Decemberists have done before, kicking myself all the damn way.