The National
don't do anything radically different on
Boxer
, but then again, they don't really need to: their literate, quietly anthemic take on
indie rock
seemed to have arrived fully formed on their 2001 self-titled debut.
just hones in even more precisely and intimately on the heartfelt territory the band covers, with punchy-yet-polished production and orchestration by
the Clogs
'
Padma Newsome
giving these songs an intimacy and widescreen expansiveness that rivals
the Arcade Fire
. The album's first four songs are among
the National
's finest work yet:
"Fake Empire"
begins as a dead-of-night
ballad
that echoes
Leonard Cohen
, then peppy brass and guitars turn it into something joyous. The brooding
"Mistaken for Strangers"
touches on the side of the band that could be mistaken for a more hopeful
Joy Division
, if lyrics like "You wouldn't want an angel watching over you?/Surprise surprise, they wouldn't want to watch" can be counted as hopeful.
"Brainy,"
a borderline obsessive love song, shows off the remarkable, dark chocolate richness of
Matt Berninger
's vocals and how well they complement the band's occasionally bookish lyrics, while
"Squalor Victoria"
makes the most of
Newsome
's lavish string arrangements. The rest of
is subtler, but no less accomplished, with each song supporting the other as a classic album should.
"Apartment Story"
's hypnotic chug and
"Slow Show"
's witty, knowing affection make them standouts, while the graceful, regretful
"Ada"
plays more like a short story than a song. As focused as it is ambitious,
is riveting. ~ Heather Phares