The last time the Decemberists were in the spotlight they opened for Bob Dylan, received a Grammy nomination for best rock song and debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard charts with their 2011 album — the rollicking, Americana-infused "The King Is Dead."
But in the midst of mounting success, the beloved baroque-pop ensemble from Portland, Ore. — which will perform Tuesday at Northrop — announced midtour in support of "King" that it would be taking a multiyear hiatus. Aside from an outtakes EP and a double live album, the Decemberists have been mostly dormant the past four years.
"It really feels as if nothing has changed," frontman Colin Meloy said of his re-energized band last week. "After a few shows, it was just like getting back on a bike."
The group's leader remained rather industrious in the interim. Shortly after the hiatus announcement, the bookish Meloy began publishing a children's fantasy trilogy titled "Wildwood," with the help of illustrator Carson Ellis. The final installment, "Wildwood Imperium: Book Three," was released last year.
Even during his venture into fiction writing, Meloy claims, he never put the songwriting pen down.
"It was nice, because after working on the books for a while it felt like I was going back to a mode of writing that I practiced prior to the band, like when I still had a day job or when I was in school," the 40-year-old native of Helena, Mont., explained. "Like when writing songs was just something I had done purely for enjoyment."
That sense of freedom and born-again curiosity served the Decemberists well, as the band's seventh full-length, January's "What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World," is its most well-rounded and accessible in years. Despite its darkly ambivalent title, the album is at once convivial, bittersweet and playful. It's a fun yet sophisticated release, one that displays Meloy's strengths as a plain-spoken, occasionally dismal lyricist with infectious indie-rock sensibilities.
From the self-described "ode to oral sex" romp that is "Philomena" to the bouncy pop smarts of "The Wrong Year" to the desert-folk bombast of "Better Not Wake the Baby," the Decemberists cooked up a bath of assertive folk-rockers, save for some orchestral flourishes.