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buffaBLOG's Best of 2013: Staff Picks - Favorite Songs Part 2


Travis Kowalski

Lorde - "Team"
Even if you overlook the worldwide hype and praise New Zealand teenager Ella Yelich-O’Connor aka Lorde has received this year, it’s easy to see why her music has made it into countless international playlists. Her first single “Royals” introduced everyone to an amazing vocal ability and perceptive writing style that was inherently missing in the pop landscape, but it was her second single, “Team,” that instantly became my favorite song this year. Within the first few seconds of the song, Lorde demands your attention with a soft whisper of “Wait ‘til you’re announced. We’ve not yet lost all our graces.” Swirling synths and polished vocal work only add another dimension to Lorde’s limitless musical capabilities, which really aim to prove how she’s looking to not only inch her way into pop music, but instead swiftly move all the way to the top. Amidst newfangled pop classics like “Team” that goal seems very possible. 



Ailsa Forlenza

Beats Antique - "You The Starry Eyed" (ft. Lynx & Sorne)
On their album A Thousand Faces Act I, Beats Antique musically explores the hero's journey, from the initial call to crossing the threshold into the underworld. "You The Starry Eyed" is a beacon of hope, urging the hero to plod forward. Lynx's angelic wavers glide over a sonorous synth landscape in a gentle duet with Sorne. It's inspiring, with lyrics like "Push on through the night/ like the ones who came before you," and an epic dance groove, verging on the edges of electro-glitch. 



Michael Torsell

Vampire Weekend - "Ya Hey"
Winnowing down a year’s worth of albums is difficult enough but winnowing everything down to one standout track is even worse, especially in a year filled with stand out tracks. That said, I am going to say that my top track remains Vampire Weekend’s “Ya Hey,” off of their seminal third album, Modern Vampires of the City. The song’s sweep works well as both a single and within the larger record, with a dramatic bounce and scope that raises hearing someone artfully transition songs at a rooftop party to a biblical level. “Ya Hey” (itself an inversion of 2003’s song of the year “Hey Ya,” which I just noticed was 10 years ago…weird) remained on top throughout the summer and fall and it sits comfortably as my song of the year for 2013.



Jessica Brant

The Neighbourhood - "Sweater Weather"
There are only a few songs I can name that I've broke out in dance to in my room. "Sweater Weather" is one of them. It's just a super sexy song, the perfect indie rock gem with a hip hop twist. The guitar narrates the story, the drums keep it treading. Elegantly written and beautifully arranged. 



Mac McGuire

Duckails - "Letter of Intent"
One of my favorite developments of 2013 was Ducktails front man (and Real Estate guitarist) Matthew Mondanile's move out of the bedroom and into a full fledged band. The Flower Lane tapped into some of the 80s soft rock sounds that Destroyer used on Kaputt and paired them perfectly with Mondanile's signature, laid back guitar work, and no song captured that fleshed out sound better than "Letter of Intent." It's funny that the moment Ducktails ceased to become a bedroom recording project that Mondanile released his most bedroom appropriate song yet. Led by the dreamy vocals of Jessa Farkus and Ian Drennan, "Letter of Intent" is a coy, yet seductive number, practically begging you to get lost in its smooth, jangle of guitars and wispy horns. It's absolutely perfect. While I listened to no song more this year than "Letter of Intent," I couldn't end this post without giving some credit to Washed Out's "Don't Give Up," Okkervil River's "Down Down The Deep River," and that glorious coda on Vampire Weekend's "Hannah Hunt."



Tom Etu 

Well Worn Boot - "Ballad of Billy Klubb"
"Ballad of Billy Klubb" is a good appetizer for those uninitiated into the world of Well Worn Boot. Become enthralled with the tale of the animal they call Billy Klubb, and rediscover the flute as an important instrument in heavy music. If you can sit still while listening to this, you’re probably a tree. These wild men don’t fuck around. Do not listen to this song while driving a car unless you are prepared to run red lights. 



Scott Mancuso

The National - "Pink Rabbits"
This is my favorite song of the year. I think it gets everything right in order to be a good song. It has a well-written melody, it’s well-sung, the instrumentation is varied and interesting to listen to, the music builds on itself in a way that sounds natural and not-at-all forced and expands and contracts in proportion to the emotional tenor of the song’s narrative, and the lyrics are extremely clever and poetically repetitive and subtly tell a story that is painfully sad in a way that is not maudlin or dramatic or self-pitying but that is humble and honest and feels exactly like the hollow, insignificant ache of being a “white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park.” It gets exactly right the ways that physical and emotional distance can play tricks on each other and make the person in your head "sitting in a fainting chair drinking pink rabbits" feel like they're stabbing you with a voodoo doll while the person you're dancing with (the same person, whom you're now holding "way too high off the ground") feels like they're a million miles away as you listen to Bona Drag on repeat, take another swallow of whiskey, and listen to the sound kick out.



If you missed Part 1, you may read it here.


Songbook Report: The Flaming Lips, the National and Writing Songs for Sci-Fi Movies About Murderous Children


If you love movies about solemn, pensive young people in dystopian futures, killing each other as part of an allegory about the structure of human society and the necessity of violence for self-preservation, then you must be one happy weirdo this November.

Prior to becoming a trolling poster-boy for the Mormon Church’s nonsensical views on homosexuality and same-sex marriage, Orson Scott Card was better known as the author of Ender’s Game, a novel that, though it only came out in 1985, has become a seminal part of the American science-fiction canon. The novel, which won both the Hugo and Nebula awards (for non-nerds: top prizes for sci-fi and fantasy fiction), tells the story of a young boy, Ender Wiggin, who is recruited by international armed forces so that he can be trained to fight a seemingly-hostile alien race. Ender proves to be lethal and ruthless and is used as a tool by those in power to eradicate the aliens. The extent to which Ender does so “against his will” is subject to some debate, but the main idea here is where we should be drawing our lines in the classic conflict of “kill or be killed.”

Over 20 years later, in 2008, Suzanne Collins had an overnight success with a relatively similar theme when the first book of the Hunger Games trilogy swooped in to fill the gaping void left in the wake of the last Harry Potter novel for adults who demand their fiction fast, fantastical and at a seventh-grade reading level. (I presume I do not need to recap the plot here.) Katniss Everdeen (who might as well just be Jennifer Lawrence by this point) is certainly a much less morally ambiguous character than Ender Wiggin (her main character flaws seem to be that she’s a little mopey and disengaged), but she faces similar questions in her own “kill or be killed” scenario. At what point is it necessary to use violence to promote your own well-being and does there ever come a point where we won’t kill another person when our own life is on the line?

Both stories have now been turned into grandiose Hollywood productions. Ender’s Game was released last Friday, to relatively mixed reviews, and the second story in the Hunger Games trilogy, Catching Fire, will be released on November 22, a promotion which this movie almost certainly does not require. (As Conan has often said, “just trying to help this little film out, get the word out there.”) This, of course, means that as part of the promotional run-up to these films, we are treated with movie “soundtracks,” which may or may not include songs actually in the movies but will at least include “songs,” that are at least sung by very popular musical acts, because MONEY.

Two of the songs used to promote these films come to us by way of two of the most respected and critically-acclaimed bands of the past several years: the Flaming Lips and the National. These bands are also certainly both “popular” to some degree though they’re not exactly “my mom knows who they are” popular and it’s probable that many of the potential viewers of these films will have no familiarity with them at all. It seems more likely that (following a trend that seemingly started with the Twilight movies) the producers of these films reached out to the Lips and the National because, while trying to cast the widest net possible, these bands seemed to fit snuggly into the “well-known act that a music-savvy young adult might appreciate” slot on their demographic score-card. Given that this all has the opportunity to be nothing more than a transparent money-grab, it’s somewhat interesting then that both bands not only turned in songs that are entirely enjoyable but that actually seem to reflect the themes of the films they’re meant to promote.



The Flaming Lips took their task so seriously, in fact, that they actually wrote and released an entire EP of songs based on the story of Ender’s Game. For those familiar with the Lips’ discography, it isn’t exactly surprising that they’d revel in the opportunity to release a musical essay about a boy who is shot into space to save the world from aliens. If Orson Scott Card hadn’t written it, Wayne Coyne probably would have. The themes of survival and the inner-struggle between being peaceful or violent are also vintage Flaming Lips material.

Their song, “Peace Sword (Open Your Heart)” is a throwback to their Soft Bulletin-Yoshimi days where they perfected the art of couching heavy, existential lyrics in airy, psychedelic sing-a-longs. Wayne Coyne doesn’t say much here (some of the other songs on the EP are a bit darker and more direct, which is probably why “Peace Sword” was chosen to represent the film) but we still get a poignant look at the conflict Ender faces as he becomes a world-extinguishing killing machine.

Lines like “I was trained to ignore your pain” and “I drained the sun of its light” are contrasted with the repeated mantra of the song “open your heart to me, open your heart, you’ll see.” It’s a chilling image of Ender at the helm of an intergalactic space station, recognizing that he’s a utensil of death while softly encouraging his enemy to “open their hearts” to him… likely meaning both to try to sympathize with him, understand him and, physically, open their hearts, as he ends their lives. The name of the song itself, “Peace Sword,” is a contradiction of pacifism and destruction and eerily symbolizes the way in which Ender strokes his enemies’ hair with one had while slicing their throat with the other.



The National’s contribution to the Catching Fire soundtrack was originally called “Dying is Easy” but was mysteriously renamed “Lean” prior to the album’s release because heaven-forbid a song promoting a movie about post-apocalyptic murder-games seem too “edgy.”

Being a fairly staunch National fan, I have no problem defending the frequent criticism that many of their songs “sound the same,” though even I have to admit that the chord progression, melody and pacing of “Lean” are all very similar to the track “Pink Rabbits” off of the National’s Trouble Will Find Me LP released earlier this year (which I voted as my favorite song of the first six months of 2013). Despite the similarities, the song still works for all the same reasons: a circular underlying-urgency, a propulsive build-up to a climax that never seems to arrive and Matt Berninger’s melancholy, half-awake delivery like a melodic drunk on the verge of passing out.

The verses stick to a formula, describing the ways in which “everybody” is the same in that we’re all desperate in various ways and that we’re all essentially just looking out for ourselves. These are concerns that could potentially be grafted onto the residents of Katniss’ District 12 (ie. needing friends, knowing when the world will end, knowing what you’re running from) though in a humorously incongruous line Berninger sings: “everybody wants a sip of wine to drink.” (Haha, no, you want a sip of wine to drink Matt, these people want their children to not be recruited for the murder-Olympics and to wake up breathing in the morning.)

In the pre-chorus of the song, the narrator then sings of an impending doom, a “fever on the rise” and “waters in your eyes,” before singing (in a lyric that is so fundamentally Berninger-esque, it’s hard to believe he hasn’t used it yet): “lover, lead us all to smithereens.” The refrain is then “dying is easy, I believe my love, and my love relieves me.” It’s a sentiment that’s almost the inverse of the “peace sword,” switching the point of view to that of a potential victim. If it’s easy to kill someone (and it seems to be for Katniss) then it also must be easy to die. The National take the idea of Katniss being “victorious” by killing others and cynically flip it around to the perspective of the collateral damage.

It makes sense. There’s not much to live for in Panem anyway, and there are worse ways to die than at the hands of Jennifer Lawrence.




buffaBLOG's Best of 2013 (so far): Part 4


Editor's note: If you missed any of this week's selections, you can check them out here.

Mac McGuire

Album:  Phosphorescent - Muchacho

Muchacho, Phosphorecent's latest and best release to date, opens with the angelic "Sun, Arise!," itself bookended by the closing "Sun's Arising," Matthew Houck wastes no time in letting the listener know this is an album of awakening. What is found in between is Houck's journey of redemption, religion, and love, highlighted by the successful pairing of both conventional alt-country elements (mariachi horns, pedal steel slide guitar, violins) and non (synths, subtle electronics, dubby beats). Muchacho features a stunning one-two punch, maybe the best of the year, in the weary and reflective "Song for Zula" and the powerful show stopper "The Quotidian Beasts." The former, which would take top song honors if not for my selection below, features a wandering, Johnny Cash quoting narrator who feels to be "disfigured" by love and will be damned if he "opens [him]self up that way again."



Song:  The National - "Sea of Love"

Like fellow Brooklynites The Walkmen, The National seem to have mastered the art of aging gracefully. Those “Mr. November” days are long gone, while family and a potentially soon-to-be post-rock ‘n’ roll life seem to be the band’s focus these days upon the release of their latest album, Trouble Will Find Me. On the tense and building “Sea of Love,” though, the men in The National remind everyone that they aren't going soft quite yet in their most thrilling and immediate song since “Abel,” and maybe best since “Slow Show.” While rocking out is great and all, it’s the little things that make this track really stand out: the welcoming heartland harmonica, the haunting backing harmonies, and those passionate pleas to “Joe” to “don’t drag me in” during the song’s thrilling conclusion. The great music video certainly didn't hurt either.




Joe Speranza

Album:  The Lone Bellow - The Lone Bellow

Picking an album of the year is a very, very difficult thing to do and without some kind of aggregate it is impossible to do objectively. So all you loyal Daft Punk and Vampire Weekend listeners, and all you Kanye West martyrs, keep that in mind as I explain my choice.

Back in January, I wrote a gushing review of The Lone Bellow’s debut album in which I actually included the line “listening to The Lone Bellow is a potentially life-altering experience.” I wasn’t on drugs and I haven’t quit my job to follow them on tour, but it’s fair to say that my initial bewilderment with how good they are has quietly devolved into casual fandom. I’ve relaxed quite a bit since I proclaimed that “every so often, a band comes along that might just change everything.”

They haven’t exploded like I fearlessly predicted they would, but the release of their album was very important to me and it’s why I’m calling it the album of the year – so far. I previously called them a “kind-of country-sounding band,” which is – I can admit it now – inaccurate. They are very country. And I’m okay with it. And I never thought I’d type that.

The reason they appealed to me back then – and this is doing a disservice to the quality of the album from beginning to end – was that they were a Brooklyn-based band that had just recorded a country album. I grew up outside New York City, in a place where admitting you liked country music was not only frowned upon but a serious character flaw. It was wrong to like country music. So naturally, The Lone Bellow intrigued me. It was finally “okay” for me to listen to country music. And that’s great, because The Lone Bellow is just a beautiful album. The harmonies and buildups are perfect, and – if I can make an intangible tangible – you can hear how much this album meant to them. For more specific details and to read why I loved the album check out the initial review, but what you need to know is that there was a lot at stake for these guys and they really came up big.

The Lone Bellow has easily had the most profound effect on me this year; in case you care, I almost picked Indigo Meadow by The Black Angels – which was a huge return to form for them – but I already knew they were great. The Lone Bellow came out of nowhere and is the sole reason I now consider country music if not decent, tolerable. That’s a pretty big feat, so cheers to them. 



Song:  A$AP Rocky & Skrillex - "Wild for the Night"

In the same way people remember where they were and what they were doing during major, catastrophic events, I remember where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard “Wild For the Night” by A$AP Rocky and Skrillex. I was driving on that uneven stretch of road around the 219/I-90 merge where you start to think your car might just fall apart when all of a sudden, I heard the unmistakable, ghoulish voice of A$AP talking about his pistol and his morning routine. I thought okay, whatever, if my tires blow at least I’ll go out listening to a decent song. This was also around the time when I was deciding whether or not dubstep sounded better or worse than a fax machine and whether or not Skrillex was a genius or a joke. The 45-second mark of the song – the transition from the talking-with-your-mouth-full voice of A$AP to the button pressing brilliance of Skrillex – settled it pretty quickly; “Wild for the Night” literally made me smile and figuratively made everything clear: Skrillex is the shit and dubstep goes quite nicely with rap.   



Ryan Wolf

Album:  Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away

Perhaps the first contemporary album to use Wikipedia and Miley Cyrus as artistic references without sounding shallow or smugly elitist, Push the Sky Away feels immediately prescient. Nick Cave and company demonstrate their continued awareness of the developing world we inhabit, crawling in its search for knowledge, placing faith in man’s flawed faculties while the Internet gathers and spreads human-generated information that may or may not reflect reality. As the all-knowing Google emerges as a man-made idol, Push the Sky Away returns to the flesh, favoring physical bodies and blood. Finding mystic qualities in seemingly neutral modern technology, Cave’s low-key, mid-tempo pastiche is deeper, darker, and more frighteningly astute than superficial listens suggest.



Song:  Vampire Weekend - "Ya Hey"

Throughout Modern Vampires of the City, Vampire Weekend exchange class-focused secular musings in for serious religious introspection. On the record’s boldest, most full-frontal grappling with the spiritual, indie-pop royalty meets its Maker, addressing complaints, doubts, and praises to Yahweh (or “Ya Hey,” according to the inverted Outkast song title). Concealed within Exodus’s burning bush, God refuses to reveal his identity or “name,” obscuring the cosmic plan “through the fire and through the flames.” Earth’s searching onlookers may be left schismatic and confused, but Vampire Weekend’s fusion of inspired chants and chipmunk crooning sees beyond vicious ironies and mortal “mistakes” in this 21st century open letter to the Creator.



Nick Torsell

Album:  Disclosure - Settle

I’ve been having trouble keeping up with the amount of great music coming out this year. Not because I haven’t been paying attention, but because it seems like every time a record takes hold of my mornings and nights, a new one knocks it from its place, clamoring for attention. The past two months have been unbelievably rewarding for me listening-wise, with three of my favorites releasing excellent additions to their catalogs. Boards of Canada, Daft Punk, and Kanye West, whose music has meant very different things at different points in my life but all had an enormous impact on me, all came through, and I’ll be digging through their newest records for years to come. 

But my record of the year is from a group who more than lived up to my high expectations after following their steady stream of remixes and singles, Disclosure. Settle, the 22 and 18 year-old Lawrence Brothers’ debut record, is body music, joyful and confident in a way that finds a way into your subconscious, coloring the daily rhythm of your routine. Settle is crowd-pleasing in the best way, endlessly appealing and diverse and never once pulling back from the throttle.



Song:  Kanye West - "Blood on the Leaves"

Creative output, you know, is just pain. I’m going to be cliché for a minute and say that great art comes from pain.” That’s Kanye in his recent New York Times interview on how his mother’s passing has affected his music. His tracks have always had a tinge of melancholy starting from College Dropout, but there’s a startling shift starting at 808s And Heartbreak where Kanye turns American Gothic. “Blood On The Leaves” is Kanye at his lowest, but also his most triumphant, reigning in a massive TNGHT beat to his own image. When that first TNGHT sample comes in around the minute mark, it’s a chilling moment, the brassy drums boasting Kanye’s total release. It’s the best representation of Yeezus’ apocalyptic nightmare-scape, a long way from a pink polo and a backpack.



buffaBLOG's Best of 2013 (so far): Part 3


Editor's note: If you missed any of this week's selections, you can check them out here.
 
Scott Mancuso

Album:  Waxahatchee - Cerulean Salt

As I can only highlight one album, I’m picking Waxahatchee’s Cerulean Salt. I’ve already written extensively about The National, Vampire Weekend, and Deerhunter (all great albums) but so have a lot of other people. Katie Crutchfield’s adorable and nearly flawless album of folk-pop, however, has been written about far less, and for no justifiable reason. I’ve listened to this album countless times this year and never tire of it. It’s simple and catchy and affecting and lovely. Songs like “Misery Over Dispute” show off how brilliantly Crutchfield mixes vulnerability and strength and also her ability to craft a really emotional and unexpected melody. It’s truly no reflection of my opinion of the album that I chose not to write about it at length. I think some albums just don’t lend themselves very well to the level of (over) analysis in which I engage. Parsing the hell out of the earnest sentiments of this album would feel like dissecting a butterfly.


Song:  The National - "Pink Rabbits"

The National’s “Pink Rabbits” is the only song I’ve heard this year that has absolutely stopped me in my tracks. The main piano theme is the type of circular melody that the Dessner brothers have perfected: a repetitive tumble of notes that’s ultimately somewhat unsatisfying, as it seems to stop just short of actually resolving itself before it trips back into its opening bars again. Structurally, the song is deceptively complex with 7 distinct sections that seamlessly meld into one another. Lyrically, the song is as strong as anything Matt Berninger has written, where it’s impossible to pick a favorite line as every other one seems like a highlight.  “I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now, you always said I held you way too high off the ground” is Berninger at his witty, self-deprecating best, (alluding to both being an over-aggressive dancer and holding his partner in too high of esteem.) It’s a dark and pretty song that somehow manages to sound like what nostalgia feels like: overwhelming and longing and far away and close to heart and beautiful and not at all painless.



Brian Gorman

Album:  Crystal Fighters - Cave Rave

The soundtrack to perpetual sunshine, the tone throughout Cave Rave is of boisterous jubilance. Each track is packed with dense, tribal percussion and backed up by catchy, sing along choruses. There's a healthy dose of electronic influence but it never overtakes the organic, earthy feel of the songs. Star of Love had a few more standout singles, but Cave Rave flows like a great live set. This is a band that kills just as much on stage as they do in the studio, and you can hear the difference.



Song:  Everything Everything - "Duet"

2010's Man Alive was so fresh and unpredictable that Everything Everything's sophomore effort was facing impossible odds to be as good. Not only does Arc live up to it's predecessor, it manages to set itself apart and do its own thing, something sophomore albums are notorious for doing poorly. "Duet" opens with strings that wouldn't feel out of place on a Coldplay record, but quickly distinguishes itself with the unmistakable falsetto of Jonathan Higgs and the band's bizarre Queen-esque harmonized backup vocals ("black caldera ash and falling", "tarred and feathered genii"). The song culminates with a rousing climax that just rocks. 



Travis Kowalski 

Album:  Atoms for Peace - Amok
Song:  Atoms for Peace - "Ingenue"

Earlier this year ,the world eagerly welcomed the first album from supergroup Atoms for Peace, ambiguously titled Amok. Although lead vocalist Thom Yorke has admitted that this musical venture is simply a side project, the songs on their debut album have held enough pizazz to keep them on my most recent playlists. What really made this album stand out were the psychedelic rhythms, the addicting bass lines, and of course Yorke's impeccable vocals. This group didn’t try to live up to the sounds of the alternative groups they were a part of, but instead created something to kickoff 2013. It’s only fitting that my favorite song this year also happened to come from the same band. “Ingenue” is a song whose vitality seems to grow more and more upon listening. The woody snaps pair well with the dynamic electronics making for a well-rounded dance floor track, a strong workout track and an even better summer jam.



Michael Torsell

Album:  Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City

Vampire Weekend achieved the rare feat of getting better with each release, avoiding a sophomore slump with Contra and with this year's stellar Modern Vampires of the City. A remarkably consistent pop record underscoring the group's artistic growth, many of the tracks were contenders for my favorite track thus far. However, it is their coming together on one LP that makes this such an easy pick for my favorite album.



Song:  Wild Nothing - "A Dancing Shell"

I am perhaps a little biased here because I simply really like Wild Nothing beyond any sort of critical reasoning. Nocturne was my favorite of 2012 and while the EP released this year was more of a sketch of future directions, those sketches coalesce nicely in "A Dancing Shell." A shift in sound to something more expansive, Wild Nothing effectively moves forward.



Songbook Report: The National's Trouble Will Find Me


Earlier this week, the lead singer of the National, Matt Berninger, was on "Colbert" and did a short interview prior to the band playing a couple songs off of their new album, Trouble Will Find Me. The interview was hilariously Berninger-esque, where even the king of getting otherwise serious personas to crack was completely unable to get Berninger to sound like anything more than a humble, mid-western high school teacher. When asked what "the National" means: "it was meant to mean nothing I think." When told he was in the "hippest, indie-est thing out there right now": "we're not that hip though... I'm 42." When asked if he has seen a lot of "trouble": "average human trouble, I guess." He then joked that that's what they should have named the album: Average Human Trouble.

Really though, Matt Berninger and the National have made entire careers out of taking "average human trouble" and making it seem like the most important thing on the planet. Hopefully you're already well-versed in their back-catalog and, if not, hopefully you were able to check out my quasi-retrospective on the National that we posted a few weeks ago. Berninger's first-person "narrator" (who seems to be something of a combination of himself and certain fantastical versions of himself) has been battling the everyday minutiae of becoming an adult with various social anxieties for over ten years now.

Prior National albums, Alligator and Boxer, can easily be thought of as "companion" albums in the way that Alligator seems to feature a young, urban professional struggling to find their place in the world while Boxer features that same young, urban professional coming to the realization that their place in the world might not be all that they imagined. This was also reflected on the albums musically, where Alligator sounded like a night (or weekend) out on the town, Boxer sounded like the morning (or work week) after. The same could be said of High Violet and Trouble Will Find Me. High Violet saw the narrator as a family-man, struggling to get comfortable with a whole new set of problems as he moved on into middle-age while Trouble Will Find Me is, in many ways, a reckoning of how those problems have affected the narrator and those he loves. Similarly, where High Violet sounded like a band of angry ghosts drunk on red wine, Trouble Will Find Me sounds like those same ghosts, hungover and floating despondently over cities and countryside, desperately looking for answers.

The songs on Trouble Will Find Me are the next logical step for the band, musically and thematically. Though the overall mood of the album is more subdued, Aaron and Bryce Dessner continue to advance the "National sound" by experimenting further with acoustic guitars, pianos, harmonicas, and various strings and wind instruments. They've also written several of the songs in relatively unusual time signatures ("I Should Live In Salt" in 9/8, "Demons" in 7/4, "Hard to Find" in 5/4), giving the songs an unnatural, stumbling rhythm that will make it nearly impossible for casual listeners to nod theirs heads in synch. Meanwhile, Scott and Bryan Devendorf continue to provide a nearly peerless rhythm section that makes each song sound like it's supported by the heartbeat of some musical monster, alternately dormant and tearing through the forest.

Thematically, the album is, of course, concerned with "trouble" finding the narrator, but also what the nature of this trouble might be, how it affects him and his loved ones, and what the narrator does, or doesn't do, to in order to keep it from "finding" him. There's also a focus on "distance" here (both physical and emotional distance) and how varying degrees of distance seem to impact the ability of trouble to finds its mark. (Also note the focus on "self", where every song is written in first-person perspective and "Graceless" is the only song on the album that doesn't contain the words "me," "my," or "I" in the first line of the song.)

1. "I Should Live In Salt"

The verses of "I Should Live In Salt" describe an argument between two people, where the narrator recognizes that "he should leave it alone" but... "you're not right," a wry admission of how difficult it can be to stay quiet, even when you know speaking up is a bad idea. The last verse then describes a distance that's developing between the combatants ("start to slide out of touch," "learn to appreciate the void"), which gives some explanation to the song's chorus. "I should live in salt for leaving you behind" possibly refers to Lot's wife, who was turned into a pillar of salt when fleeing from Sodom because the angels instructed her not to look back (and *spoiler* she looked back). Being turned into salt was supposedly her punishment for not fully abandoning her "sinful" hometown. Berninger seems to suggest that the real reason one should be living in salt is for abandoning those you love (whether physically or emotionally) in the first place.

(If my theory* below, about most of the album taking place in Los Angeles, is true, it's also possible that Berninger is analogizing leaving New York to leaving Sodom here.)

2. "Demons"


Back on Alligator's "Secret Meeting," Berninger needed to apologize for being socially checked out because he was "having secret meetings in the basement of his brain." Now when he sings that he "stays down with his demons," we might finally know who he's been surreptitiously visiting in his mental cellar. This is most certainly the tale of a man doing his best to bury his feelings ("do my crying underwater") but who is also worried that those emotions might be starting to find their way to the surface ("all my drowning friends can see"). This is also a man, however, that's starting to come to terms with how his "demons" are affecting more people than just himself. Berninger sings: "when I walk into a room, I do not light it up" before taking an almost comic beat to realize the implications of what he's just said and uttering "fuck..." like a person who is suddenly, completely out of answers.

(That Berninger's character is in LA here is further supported by his thinking of someone "in the city" and wanting to "see the sun come up above New York.")

3. "Don't Swallow The Cap"


Earlier this week, Matt Berninger stated on a Sirius XMU session that he had heard some people wondering whether "don't swallow the cap" referred to Tennessee Williams dying by swallowing the cap of a bottle of eye drops. He stated that he hadn't even thought of that and joked that it was actually a much smarter idea than his own, which was a vague reference to swallowing the cap of a tube of tooth paste or a mushroom and sort of "going down the rabbit hole." Ultimately, the title is a mantra for a person trying to calm themselves down and manage their "only two emotions: careful fear and dead devotion." (Notice also the clever back-up lyric "pat yourself on the back," referring both to re-assuring oneself and preventing oneself from not choking on the aforementioned cap.) The narrator seems to be on the verge of losing control throughout the song and when he says he "sees a bright white beautiful heaven hanging over me" there is probably double meaning between him saying something seemingly positive but with a deadly serious portent under the surface.

(As an interesting side note, as part of their AMA on Reddit, Aaron and Matt at least pretended to disagree about whether the "Let It Be" reference on this song was to the Beatles or the Replacements.)

4. "Fireproof"

"Fireproof" is a relatively straight-forward song where the album's emotionally-tumultuous narrator speaks to the emotionally-stoic Jennifer and "wishes he was that way." "Nothing breaks her heart," she "keeps a lot of secrets" and perhaps, most importantly, she's "a needle in the hay." While I've seen a lot of references to the Elliott Smith song here, the phrase is of course much older and traditionally referred to something, or someone, who is "hard to find" (see: the last song on this album). Being "hard to find" would probably be a highly regarded quality for someone who seems so worried that "trouble will find them." Trouble doesn't find the Jennifers of the world apparently. It finds the flaming, heart-broken, cap-swallowers who can't seem to get their shit together.

5. "Sea Of Love"


Speaking of "trouble," it's on "Sea of Love" where Berninger's narrator seems to have a reckoning with what the practical effects might be of all of this day-to-day distress. "If I stay here, trouble will find me," gives the album its name and also gives the narrator a reason to accompany his emotional distance with physical distance as well. Here, a loved one, "Joe," seems to be drowning in the "sea of love" along with numerous others (a callback to the "all my drowning friends can see" line on "Demons"). It's this sea where the narrator is worried about his troubles catching up with him but he's conflicted in that he clearly wants to connect with those who are drowning. In the last section of the song (which is startlingly more emotional in some live versions, with Berninger yelling like he hasn't since Alligator) the narrator sees Joe "rushing down" into the ocean and begs him/her to tell him how to "reach" them, while cynically asking "what did Harvard teach you" if not how to connect with someone who doesn't want to be "dragged" into the troublesome rip tide with you. The idea seems to be that love might not be enough for someone, who is already in such a perilous situation, to put themselves at risk of further emotional harm.

6. "Heavenfaced"

After what seems like an imminent departure on "Sea of Love," the first line of "Heavenfaced" is "I could walk out, but I won't, in my mind I am in your arms." Again, we're playing with both physical and emotional distance here: how someone can be in the same room as you but thousands of miles away, or thousands of miles away and right behind your eyes. The imagery here is surreal and contradictory ("we'll all arrive in heaven alive") indicating that the narrator might be looking for a best of all worlds situation (to be there for his loved ones while simultaneously battling his inner demons) that likely doesn't exist.

7. "This Is The Last Time"

"This Is the Last Time" seems to re-visit the "fireproof" character, Jennifer, who appears to be something of Berninger's idealized pinnacle of strength and stability. Falling in love with that type of person would probably be easy for someone like the album's narrator, but the "swamp" metaphor makes clear that it's easier to jump in than to leave (listen also to the way the guitar line in the song has a sort of southern bayou twang to it). This swamp also seems to be a callback to the "sea" of love where here, Berninger sings "we were so under the brine," meaning that he's become submerged in salt water, which previously represented "trouble." By the song's sudden, chilling outro, the narrator has apparently stood still long enough for "trouble" to finally catch up to him ("Jenny I am in trouble, can't get these thoughts out of me"), though by this point, it's become somewhat unclear as to whether trouble has actually been "looking for him" or whether he's been inexorably drawn to it through alluring characters like Jennifer. Trouble might have "found" the narrator by this point, but probably only because he wasn't honestly trying that hard to avoid it.

8. "Graceless"

The second half of the album finds the album's narrator seemingly trying to cure himself of his "troubles" or at least make himself harder to find. He also seems to have become physically separated from someone he loves. Whereas the first half of the album primarily deals with emotional distance with loved ones nearby, the back half of the album sees the narrator struggling with a sudden loneliness that he had, at one time, seemed to have been pining for.

On "Graceless" (both "clumsy" and "without the favor of God"), the narrator is "trying" but because of that aforementioned sans-Grace condition, can't help but fall "through the glass again" and then be annoyed to hear that "God loves everybody" when that's obviously not helping him to be any more elegant. It's clear the narrator is alone at this point as he's "walking through windows without you" and seems to be likening picking flowers to taking some sort of medication that will help him become more graceful. ("Take the white ones, they're my favorite, it's the side effects that save us.") If you're "dead in the mind, it'll brighten the place" seems to be a callback to his not "lighting up rooms" when he enters them, and putting "white roses" in your vase might just give you that "rosy," graceful complexion that God has seen fit to deny you.

9. "Slipped"

On "Slipped," the narrator continues to be physically distant from a loved one. She's "back in the South" while he's "in the city she hated." (As mentioned above, I'm guessing this is Los Angeles. This Grantland article, states that Berninger lived in LA for some time while writing Trouble Will Find Me.) The narrator seems focused on dealing with that "trouble inside of his skin" while simultaneously realizing that even if he's able to "keep his skeletons in," he isn't very likely "to be anything she ever wants him to be." There seems to be some attempt at a reconciliation or compromise here ("I don't want you to grieve, but I want you to sympathize") but it'll be "summer in Dallas" (where the loved one presumably is) before they're able to sort it all out. The narrator's insistence on going back to "where everything slipped" seems to suggest that he's tracing his steps back to where his troubles "found" him so he might walk a better path in the future.

10. "I Need My Girl"

Also from the Sirius XMU sessions this week, Berninger stated that "I Need My Girl" is probably one of the most "honest, heart-on-your-sleeve" type songs that the National have put on a record. He said it's a song he might have been embarrassed to sing in the past, but at 42, he's seemingly past caring. He further admitted that it was about missing his wife and daughter, which would certainly be in keeping with the theme of "physical distance" that precedes this song on the album. There seems to be some advancement in the narrator's emotional status here, he's "good," he's "grounded," he "looks taller," but he's feeling "smaller and smaller" because at the end of the day, it's not very complicated: he needs his girl.

11. "Humiliation"

Berninger still seems to be in Los Angeles on "Humiliation" where he describes "retiring to the briars by the pool" after "surviving a dinner" and then contemplates how the tabloids might report his death if he were to die that instant. He then pays homage to "black Venice" and makes a joke about how he used to get paid to fish LA women out of pools after they fell asleep before he "lost the job." He makes reference again to "teething on roses" (further supporting a drug/medication symbolism) and to "the withering white skies of humiliation," which seems to contrast with the "bright white beautiful heaven" from "Dont Swallow the Cap." He's reassured that "he's better off" while he thinks back on the "little life" he'll be leaving, seemingly indicating that he'll be returning to New York and that maybe that "trouble" that found him (Jennifer, the "sea of love," etc.) were native to California.

(The outro to this song, with Annie Clark from St. Vincent on back-up vocals is a reference to "Blue Velvet" and Berninger stated on his XMU session that he meant for this part to sound like "something that would be played on the radio in the afterlife.")

12. "Pink Rabbits"

"Pink Rabbits" starts out with Berninger's narrator standing in the rain (which was "more like a sea") where, again, salt water seems to serve as a metaphor for some impending trouble where the "waters coming up so fast it's frightening." The rhetorical "am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your fainting chair drinking pink rabbits" is probably somewhat sardonic as it paints a picture of a potentially hysterical woman drinking a fairly ridiculous-sounding alcoholic beverage. In the midst of all of this contemplation and trying not to "crack up" (probably, both laughing/going insane), "he turns around and there you are." Berninger then spins a series of absolutely heart-breaking lyrics capturing the moment of reuniting with his lost love, which are so pitch-perfect, I don't even want to parse them:

"I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now, I was just getting used to living life without you around. I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now, you always said I held you way too high off the ground. You didn't see me I was falling apart. I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park. You didn't see me I was falling apart. I was a television version of a person with a broken heart."

The song ends with a reference to Morrisey's Bona Drag playing (music that a lonely, drug-addled, contemplative man would be very likely to have been listening to) and the line: "now I only think about Los Angeles when the sound kicks out." This seems to indicate that this relationship has improved in some way, but it wasn't easy. The "needle in a doll" line is probably a reference to feeling pain over a distance. She "said it would be painless" but "it wasn't that at all."

13. "Hard To Find"

On the album's final song the narrator seems to be back in New York thinking about Los Angeles when he says the "glowing lights" are "really not that far away, I could be there in a day." He's also wondering whether someone "lives there still" and comes to the conclusion that, if he tried, she'd "probably be hard to find." The narrator seems to have come to some peace with abandoning these "hard to find" pieces of another life and commemorates them with a tribute to a Violent Femmes song: "they can all just kiss off into the air." The interesting part of this song, however, is that we first hear a reference to someone being "hard to find" back on "Fireproof" when Berninger described "Jennifer" as a "needle in the hay," adept at avoiding trouble. In that sense, the fact that it would be hard for the narrator to find her might indicate that the "trouble" he's been so concerned with avoiding throughout the album, might be much closer to him than he's been leading us to believe.

* Special thanks to my brother-in-law Eric who, as a recent transplant from California to New York, helped point out some of the album's imagery in this respect.




Top Ten May Album Releases


With summer just around the corner, May always brings a special influx of new music that will decidedly be anthems of the solstice; music to cook out, run, swim, play frisbee, and wake up hung over to. 

10. Small Black - Limits of Desire
Post-Chillwavers Small Black have finally given us a fresh studio record with Limits of Desire, due out May 13 via Jagjaguwar. The latest single “Free At Dawn” lends itself to poppier melodies, as lead singer Ryan Heyner's vocals seem a lot crisper, but maintains its poise, setting itself up for moonlit replays. The album artwork is especially striking as a nude woman and man are depicted hugging on opposite sides of a ladder, which a press release says represents “a moving depiction of connectivity and interaction in the 21st century and it serves as a sort of source code for the record”. Listen to “Free At Dawn” below:



9. Baths - Obsidian
Will Wiesenfeld aka Baths will follow-up his much adored 2010 LP Cerulean with Obsidian, due out May 28 via Anticon. The 24-year-old producer/songwriter continues in his smooth and bubbly fashion of beatmaking on the latest track “Miasma Sky,” which is equal parts low-end bass and ethereal vocals from Wiesenfeld. Listen to the track below:


8. Daft Punk - Random Access Memories
Yeah, a lot of you are going to fucking hate me for putting Daft Punk at the eight spot, but with all these secretive shenanigans and a half-decent single featuring Pharrell (who I mildly like, but lost all hope for when he decided to sing "Get Lucky" three times in a row in Brooklyn a few weeks ago), I really doubt this album will live up to all of its outrageous, swooning hype that internet servers are buckling under. In all seriousness, I am pretty stoked on Random Access Memories (due out on the 21st via Columbia), and I also really do love the fact that Daft Punk are using their uncommunicative gestures and fame to make the event of an album release so relevant and exciting, 'cause let's face it, we're all getting a little sick of being able to stream an album a month before it comes out. What's the point right? Listen to "Get Lucky" below:

7. Alex Bleeker and the Freaks - How Far Away
When we talked to Real Estate bassist Alex Bleeker at last year’s Pitchfork Festival in Chicago, the songwriter talked about his forthcoming album with his band of Freaks and his intense fondness (obsession) for everything Neal Young and Crazy Horse. And now that his sophomore album How Far Away is due out on the 28th, it's easy to see how that was all manifested, especially on “Don’t Look Down,” which you can hear below:


6. Mikal Cronin - MCII
Garage rocker Mikal Cronin is back with his superb sophomore record MCII, which is out now via Merge. The Ty Segall bandmate and recent BFA graduate has expanded his outreach a bit on the new record, adding a few instrumental bells and whistles while maintaining his jangle-rock roots. “Weight” is an especially cheery tune with plunky piano lines and a fresh chorus with guitars ablaze. Listen below:


5. Savages - Silence Yourself
“Your head is spinning faster on the end of your spine until you have no face at all, and yet if the world would shut up even for a while perhaps we would start hearing the distant revue of an angry young tune, and recompose ourselves.” This adrenaline-inducing line is how frontwoman of London outfit Savages Jehnny Beth intros “Shut Up”, a reeling blend of distorted guitar riffs and enticingly vivid bass lines. Their debut album Silence Yourself is impressively expansive, and wields a ‘tude straight out of the 70s NYC punk scene. Silence Yourself is available here. Watch the video for “Shut Up” below:

4. Majical Cloudz - Impersonator
Majical Cloudz is certainly one of the biggest surprises of the last year. The Grimes collaborator and fellow Montreal native put out his Turns Turns Turns EP back in December, and has since been blowing up. The track “Childhood’s End” is one dark and vivid piece of songwriting. Devon Walsh’s deep croon is haunting amid chilling synth lines and when it’s put to this striking black and white video below it becomes something else entirely. Impersonator is due out 5/21 via Matador.

3. The National - Trouble Will Find Me
The sixth album from the Brooklyn indie rockers The National is due out May 20 and 21, and the latest single off the record “Demons” is the self-assured kick we’ve been looking for, even as 2010’s High Violet can still be seen in the rearview. The 14-track record comes amid an exciting time for the band, who were recently the subjects of a Tribeca Film Festival premiere that frontman Matt Beringer’s younger brother shot on tour with the group. Once the album is released later this month, The National will also embark on an extensive world tour, which you can see here. Watch the video for “Demons” below:

2. Deerhunter - Monomania
Fact: Bradford Cox cannot make a bad record. Whether he’s releasing his ever-fluctuating works with his Deerhunter pals, or blowing minds under his Atlas Sound moniker (I highly recommend 2011’s Parallax), the man is nothing but prolific. Not only is Cox stretching his stylistic boundaries into harsher punk territory on Monomania (out now via 4AD), he continues to fuck shit up in an increasingly self-aware and ingenuous indie culture that he claims is bastardizing its daring punk ancestors. Yeah, the man might be a tad insane, but he bleeds genius, and Monomania is something magical. Listen to the title track below:

1. 
Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City

What can we say about NYC quartet Vampire Weekend that hasn’t already been said? While they’re widely treasured in the indie tweeosphere, they’ve also accrued the naysayers due to their J Crew-saturated, Upper East Side prep and privilege, but there’s no arguing against the fact that, like Deerhunter (and totally unlike Deerhunter), they’re consistent. Ezra Koenig and company have compiled two incredible albums in the classic debut self-titled LP and 2010’s Contra and with tracks like “Ya Hey” and “Step” already stuck in my head, I honestly don’t think their sophomore effort Modern Vampires of the City will disappoint. The album is due out May 14, but you can stream and pre-order it now over at iTunes. Watch the lyric video for “Ya Hey” below: 

Tom Dennis


Songbook Report: "The 10 Best National Songs"


Two days ago, Mac, knowing that the National is one of my favorite bands, sent me a link to a well-known music blog that had published an article (purportedly) discussing "The 10 Best National Songs." I jokingly responded: "This article just ruined my day." But this may have only been half a joke. In actuality, I don't like the article, at all, but for two separate reasons, the first of which is not the author's fault.

I have an aversion toward "lists" and "rankings" and "grades" when it comes to discussing music because the very idea seems somewhat antithetical to the nature of music. Subjecting any medium to criticism or scrutiny is important, because it sets standards and, hopefully, leads to improvement and advancement as artists are likely more willing to try to impress a critical audience over an indifferent one. "Criticism" doesn't have to strictly translate into "competition," however, especially in mediums so beholden to subjectivity. A person may start out in the realm of criticism (this is good, this is bad, this is effective, this is not: here is why I think this) and without realizing it soon find themselves in the realm of "competition," forcing music to "compete" with itself and allowing the critic to "compete" with their peers (this album is worth 7.4 "units" of goodness and this album is worth 8.1 "units" of goodness, this album is the 23rd "best" album of the year and this album is the 24th "best" album of the year).

Those distinctions might usually be harmless, but they become less so when made by publications with an extremely wide readership. At that point, they have real-world consequences for bands, whose fates are tied to numbers drawn from imaginary rubrics, and for music-listeners whose opinions are affected, to varying degrees, by numbers and rankings rather than through constructive discourse. It's a bigger discussion for another day but suffice it to say, I don't always see the value in "best of" lists, especially when they concern a band I feel some emotional investment in, and especially when said list is disseminated, seemingly authoritatively and objectively, by a widely-read publication.

Regardless, let's accept for the moment that music critics merely take on assignments such as these and agree to rank music because it's what people expect, and it's easy to understand and digest, and it promotes discussion and it can be fun.

Even then, I still dislike "The 10 Best National Songs" article written by Harley Brown.

While accepting that everyone may have their own opinions informed by personal connotations, and with no disrespect at all to Ms. Brown who is clearly a fan of the National and a fine writer, the article seems like a bit of a missed opportunity in many ways. I don't see a good reason  that the band's pre-2007 catalogue should be so readily dismissed and that the band's most recent material should be so heavily favored. Limiting her scope in this way does a rather poor job of fully exhibiting what the National have done so well over their career. As Brown, probably accurately, points out, many people listening to the National likely only started doing so over their last two albums. All the more reason why compiling a "best of" list predominantly focusing on those same two albums, and publishing it for mainstream consumption, seems like a missed opportunity. I also think, entirely subjectively, and as a student of this 75-song + library, she hasn't (for the most part) chosen their "best" material.

As such, in anticipation of their upcoming album, Trouble Will Find Me, due out May 21, 2013, I've complied the following list of National songs that will hopefully give unfamiliar readers a greater appreciation for some of what the band has to offer. This list is chronological (because I'm me) but I did limit it to 10 songs in keeping with the restriction set in Brown's article.

"29 Years" (The National, 2001)


The National's first, self-titled album came out in 2001, and if not for Matt Berninger's recognizable baritone, listeners not familiar with the album might think they were listening to a different band. The album skewed much more strongly toward turn-of-the-century Wilco-inspired country rock with relatively few traces of what the band would become. Among these songs, "29 Years" sticks out like a drop of ink in a glass of milk. Berninger half talks/half sings while a hungover church organist barely keeps pace and something resembling a guitar with no microphone squeaks in the background. This song might be the earliest indication of the darker direction the National would be heading in and Berninger lays down a foundational lyric that will re-appear later in their discography as the mantra of his disenchanted heartsick narrator: "you know I dreamed about you, for 29 years before I saw you/ you know I dreamed about you, I missed you for 29 years."

"Available" (Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers, 2003)


The National released their second album, Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers, in 2003. Things are significantly darker here as the band began experimenting with various sounds, including a set of songs that sounded  a bit like Joy Division fronted by a self-conscious, early-aughts, house-husband. My father never yelled much when I was kid, which made it all the more terrifying on the select few occasions when he did. That's exactly how it feels the first time Berninger screams out "dear, we better get a drink in you before you start to bore us" on "Slipping Husband" and he follows it up with more  momentarily unhinged vocal deliveries on "Murder Me Rachael" and "Available." It's an approach that he would retire after Alligator, but while still in use, the unsettling bursts of energy into his usual passive delivery were extremely effective. Also of note here is Berninger's tendency to find clever phrases to repeat for more than one meaning depending on the context. (See: "you just made yourself available," referring both to someone making themselves physically available, and a cruel turn-of-phrase to inform someone they're now single.)

"About Today" (Cherry Tree EP, 2004)


The transition to what might now be known as the National "sound" was more or less complete by the time the band released the Cherry Tree EP in 2004. "About Today" is a perfect introduction to everything the National would become on their next three albums. There's the high, clean guitar line propelling in circles. There's Bryan Devendorf's incessant, heart-thumping percussion. There's some sort of orchestral string instrument fluttering around in the background. There's also the passive but observant narrator, constantly witnessing misfortune unfold in front of his eyes and never having any idea what to do about it. Noticing his lover slipping away, stumbling through trying to ask her about it, and doing nothing but internally asking himself: "how close am I to losing you?"

"Secret Meeting" (Alligator, 2005)


There are only a few albums I might consider my "favorite" albums and the National's 2005 record, Alligator, falls into that category. That said, I could easily make a case for almost any song on the album to be on a list of their best material, but I've narrowed it down to three. On "Secret Meeting" the band perfectly creates the mood of a swirling late-night party with shimmering guitars like alligators circling around the guests. Berninger, socially checked-out as usual, delivers the sort of poetic, steam-of-conscious mouthfuls of sadness that have become his hallmark: "and so and now I'm sorry I missed you/ I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain/ it went the dull and wicked ordinary way." Socially conscious of his surroundings yet always somehow still unable to participate, the Dessners bail him out toward the end of the song with exuberant, incomprehensible chanting that could be "I'm holding aces, I'm folding," but could also just be the din of a society that can't be properly heard from the basement of one's brain.

"Baby, We'll Be Fine" (Alligator, 2005)


"Baby, We'll Be Fine" is a brilliant example of Berninger thematically making you look one way while throwing another. It starts with the narrator dreaming of impressing his boss, taking a 45-minute shower, kissing the mirror and saying: "look at me, baby, we'll be fine." He pulls on an argyle sweater, gives himself a desperate smile and then immediately admits, "I don't know how to do this," before repeating the refrain: "I'm so sorry for everything." In the second half of the song, the narrator encourages his love interest to give him the same pep talk he already tried on himself ("say: 'look at me, baby, we'll be fine'") seemingly hoping that somebody else saying it might be more convincing. He pulls off her jeans (notice the reverse symmetry with pulling on the sweater earlier), she spills Jack and Coke in his collar, and he melts like a witch and screams: "I'm so sorry for everything," blurring the lines as "for what" and "to whom" he's actually sorry and repeating the line again and again to the point that it begins to lose its meaning. "Baby, we'll be fine" starts as a comforting reassurance and ends as a desperate plea for belief in one's own well-being.

"City Middle" (Alligator, 2005)


I saw the National play at the Tralf in 2007. Berninger was drinking red wine out of a bottle for most of the night and I was amazed at his seemingly auto-pilot ability to remain upright. Toward the end of their set someone yelled out for them to play "City Middle." I might be paraphrasing slightly but Berninger said something along the lines of: "that's a really beautiful song and these guys play it really, really well but... it just makes me too fucking sad." The thematic backbone of Alligator IS a beautiful song, and its stream-of-conscious narrative invoking random "weird memories," an overwhelming feeling of longing, and "waiting for the click" that "doesn't kick in" IS really fucking sad.

"Slow Show" (Boxer, 2007)



The National's 2007 album, Boxer, saw them dialing back some of their more urgent tendencies in favor of the subdued. Brown's article mentions that the band sometimes records 50, or even 80 versions of certain songs, before finally deciding on one to "officially" release on an album, and it is true that this has become something of "folklore" surrounding the band. "Slow Show" is one of the few songs where this experimentation and evolution can actually be heard and, interestingly, the result is a bit mixed.

The "Slow Show" demo starts out with virtually the same verses, slightly more upbeat, but with an entirely different bridge and chorus. The demo version contains the brilliant lyrics: "somebody bring me the head of a love song/ somebody bring me a head on a plate/ I wanna be a blank slate/ wanna wear a white cape/ wanna tackle young girls off their beautiful boyfriends." The band improved the song in many ways for the official release on Boxer, though I've always felt the new chorus, while providing more of a counter-point, wasn't as artfully written. (This is more than made up for though with the bone-chilling, out-of-nowhere call-back to "29 Years" at the end of the song.)

What's interesting about this is what it might say about the National's proclivity toward recording many, many versions of the same songs and how effective, or ineffective, this may be at times. (See: the alternate version of "Terrible Love" for a demo version that is widely believed to be superior than its official release.) One of the potential side effects of spending so much time on something is starting to believe that certain aspects of it are overly obvious. The tendency then becomes to cut back, to slow down, to make it more subtle. The National certainly began hedging more and more toward subtlety on their last two albums, usually to excellent effect, though I do sometimes wonder if this leaves more "obvious" great ideas (like the original chorus to "Slow Show") in the vaults.

"Racing Like a Pro" (Boxer, 2007)


"Racing Like a Pro," another track from Boxer, is one of many tracks on the album that serves as something of a sequel to the songs on Alligator. The narrator, formerly begging for his boss's attention, is now "shooting up the ladder" but he's still overwhelmed by day-to-day life and seems to only find more and more items to add to his grand list of anxieties. The spiraling guitar line perfectly replicates the feeling of one's mind "racing" while the narrator grasps at the straws of lost youth before becoming "dumbstruck" with the realization that it's already gone.

"So Far Around the Bend" (Dark was the Night, 2009)


In 2009, the Dessner brothers curated the excellent Dark was the Night compilation, including the National track, "So Far Around the Bend." The song is a bit of a departure musically with its chorus of voices, interjecting woodwinds, and buoyant pace (with a Scott Devendorf bass line cleverly waiting to drop until the second verse). It's a direction that I would have loved to see the band explore more fully but as it stands, it's something of a one-off in their catalogue. The song certainly indicates, however, that the National are capable of successfully channeling middle-aged ennui into something that doesn't necessarily sound surly or despondent.

"England" (High Violet, 2010)


In strongly disagreeing with Harley Brown's "10 Best National Songs," I in no way meant to suggest that High Violet isn't a great album. It is. And the songs on it are great. But those songs are well-covered in her article and if you have listened to the National at all, you have probably heard the best songs on the album. However, I do find Brown's comments on "Conversation 16" somewhat odd when she states "for all intents and purpose" it closes High Violet and that "England" and "Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks" are somehow deficient. "England" is a tremendous song and a perfect example of latter-day National piano-driven balladry, complete with Berninger howling cryptic lyrics about "famous angels never coming through England," rainy London streets, cathedrals, choirs of children, and sinners... that are "desperate to entertain" you.

(ALSO. The National's brilliant cover of the Rains of Castamere from Game of Thrones. Because.)