Posted on Wednesday 20 April 2011
By Jeff Kollath
A mid-April show in Madison should be preceded by a walk around the Capitol, a beverage or meal on State Street, not getting stuck in traffic or sloshing around in an inch of ice-flecked slush. Mother Nature’s cruel tricks were not lost on the Decemberists – they opened with ‘Raincoat Song’ – while a late-set ‘Calamity Song’ made us wonder if the end times are actually near, as nearly everything that could possibly fall from the sky, save for frogs, pelted Madison on Monday afternoon. Despite the band’s best efforts, they too fell into the typical sluggish Overture Center slow start (see also: Wilco), beginning slow and light, confusing an audience that was clearly ready to jump up, dance, and sing along. The Overture Center is a wonderful place, but its strength is also its weakness when it comes to rock shows – it has a strong identity crisis and both bands and fans alike have a hard time figuring out how to act. There were a number of open seats on the floor, and lots of room in front of the stage, so when Colin Meloy urged everyone up to come on down, it filled the floor, giving fits to security staff who eventually cleared the floor again. Meloy pleaded with the staff to let everyone come back, which they eventually did, giving the band and the show a needed shot in the arm.
Having ex-Nickel Creek fiddler/vocalist Sara Watkins sitting in throughout the entire show was a highlight. She not only provided additional layers of texture and emotion with her fiddle and rhythm guitar, but also superb backing vocals, both of which shone through on ‘Don’t Carry It All’ from January’s The King is Dead, with its rich natural references reminding the crowd that spring is, in fact, just around the corner. After a stellar “16 Military Wives,” Meloy’s guitar tech emerged from the back with a 12-string guitar emblazoned with a ‘Wisconsin Solidarity’ sticker. The set closer, ‘This Is Why We Fight,’ was an apt closer for a show that started out a bit disjointed, was somewhat divided in the middle, and brought it all back together at the end – solidarity, indeed.
While the Overture Center is a difficult place for ‘rock’ bands to figure out, opener Justin Townes Earle had a hold of it right away, using a big chunk of the stage to pace, strut, sing, and shout. On the surface, Earle’s brand of acoustic country-blues would appear to be a better fit for a roadhouse, but he has always had difficult being heard over clinking bottles and a talkative crowd. New lead guitar loops/samples added a great deal to his Earle’s sparse, yet crystal clear sound that filled the entire room. Last night was the best Earle has sounded in some time, confident, clear voiced, and energetic, reminiscent of the first time I saw him at Rathskellar in 2008.



























