Colin Meloy’s meek voice greeted me modestly with a quick hello as we embarked on a journey through the indie singer/songwriter’s live solo album.

After the first song I realized he would be playing the entire set with an acoustic guitar and a slight lisp . I think I literally let out a groan of disappointment.

I have never been much of a Decemberists fan, but I figured, hey, maybe Colin is stepping outside of the folk-rock genre and doing something original. I was sadly mistaken.

I was taken through a world of seemingly Raffi-inspired lyrics and monotone vocals.

Let’s just say when the album concluded, it was good to be home.

Don’t get me wrong, if you want to just chill out/go to sleep, this is the perfect album (minus the droning, kitschy banter that goes on between him and the audience).

I just wouldn’t recommend playing this at your next get-together if you’re trying to get the party started.