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Alligator
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The National
may sound like a
garage
band turned down, but there's as much primal energy lurking behind
Alligator
as in any mop-topped group of city kids with bloodstained Danelectros in a dusty warehouse. While
Matt Berninger
's lyrics and conversational delivery rely heavily on the kind of literate self-absorption that fuels so much of the
indie rock
scene today, he never comes off as preachy or unaware that the world would manage just fine without him; rather, he uses metaphor and humor as bullet points for a profound sense of displacement and anger. Out-of-the-blue statements like "f*ck me and make me a drink," from the brooding but lovely
"Karen,"
are effective because the listener is brought into the story slowly, almost amiably, before being led to the plank.
Berninger
's wry, filthy, and often eloquently sad tales of materialism, sex, and loneliness are augmented by the stellar duel-sibling attack of
Aaron Dessner
(guitar) and
Bryce Dessner
Scott Devendorf
(guitar/bass) and
Bryan Devendorf
(drums), who flesh out each track with so many little creative flourishes that it takes a few listens to break them down into palatable portions. There are upbeat moments found within --
"Lit Up"
and
"Looking for Astronauts"
-- but for the most part
the National
are content with playing the genial fatalists, and while
"All the Wine"
seems designed to serve as the record's desolate backbone,
"Baby, We'll Be Fine,"
with its quick changes, lush orchestration, and winsome refrain of "I'm so sorry for everything" is, despite an elegiac delivery,
's loneliest track, and like each part of this fine collection of city-weary
poetry
, it's as brief as it is affecting. ~ James Christopher Monger
may sound like a
garage
band turned down, but there's as much primal energy lurking behind
Alligator
as in any mop-topped group of city kids with bloodstained Danelectros in a dusty warehouse. While
Matt Berninger
's lyrics and conversational delivery rely heavily on the kind of literate self-absorption that fuels so much of the
indie rock
scene today, he never comes off as preachy or unaware that the world would manage just fine without him; rather, he uses metaphor and humor as bullet points for a profound sense of displacement and anger. Out-of-the-blue statements like "f*ck me and make me a drink," from the brooding but lovely
"Karen,"
are effective because the listener is brought into the story slowly, almost amiably, before being led to the plank.
Berninger
's wry, filthy, and often eloquently sad tales of materialism, sex, and loneliness are augmented by the stellar duel-sibling attack of
Aaron Dessner
(guitar) and
Bryce Dessner
Scott Devendorf
(guitar/bass) and
Bryan Devendorf
(drums), who flesh out each track with so many little creative flourishes that it takes a few listens to break them down into palatable portions. There are upbeat moments found within --
"Lit Up"
and
"Looking for Astronauts"
-- but for the most part
the National
are content with playing the genial fatalists, and while
"All the Wine"
seems designed to serve as the record's desolate backbone,
"Baby, We'll Be Fine,"
with its quick changes, lush orchestration, and winsome refrain of "I'm so sorry for everything" is, despite an elegiac delivery,
's loneliest track, and like each part of this fine collection of city-weary
poetry
, it's as brief as it is affecting. ~ James Christopher Monger