I finally laid hands on a copy of the Decemberists’s new album, The King is Dead. It’s a breezy, rocky album, full of twanging guitars and rollicking beats. It’s a swinging album for late night bars and dance halls like the Sons of Hermann Hall in Dallas. Unlike their last album, The Hazards of Love, this album is meant to incite movement. Colin Meloy’s clear baritone rolls the lyrics around as he projects to the back of the room. This is music meant for hand clapping and foot stomping or a clear, summer night at a music festival.