In this week's Weekly, Litsa Dremousis paints a generally flattering picture of the Decemberists and their new Japanese folk tale concept album, Crane Wife. But according to a Daily Weekly tipster, this isn't enough to sate the massive ego of frontman Colin Meloy, formerly the lead singer of a struggling Missoula band called Tarkio (named after a small town in Western Montana). Fortifying himself before tonight's gig at the Paramount, Meloy allegedly began chatting up our hot (and we do mean hot) tipster at Pamela's Deli at 6th and Stewart. Here, the Helena-bred Anglophile expressed his frustration with the fact that he and the band are not on the cover of this week's Weekly, evidently thinking himself to be more interesting and important than a Third World AIDS missionary. Sorry, old chap. That simply ain't so. But don't take our word for it. In a sacred cow take-down of Bangsian proportions, the Village Voice's Chris Ott skewers Meloy thusly:
"Tonight demarcates the other side of the hipster spectrum: the familiar world of self-pitying white people looking for reasons to be unhappy, or at least suspicious, despite incalculable birthright advantages. The Decemberists look down from the top of this mountain, trying to make a living off of blasé malaise...Meloy is increasingly emboldened by success, becoming more and more literal. You get the sense he scans encyclopedias for his cautionary chides, casually selecting tales famous as the boogeyman in their native lilt and fashioning them into cuddly Wes Anderson pirouettes, an indefensible, objectifying condescension born of bravado and ignorance. Meloy is...overreaching-at best, he could gradually improve and evolve into our generation's Andy Partridge."