Differences between albums by
the National
can be measured by minute degrees, each marking a distance from the group's melancholic center.
First Two Pages of Frankenstein
, the 2023 record that marks the band's first proper album since 2017's
Sleep Well Beast
-- not to mention the first they've released since
Aaron Dessner
became a collaborator of
Taylor Swift
's -- lies among
albums that provide a glimmer of reassurance, the sense of consolation arriving not through catharsis but meditation. While stillness is a constant within
, as they enter middle age, they seem to have less patience for varying tempo or volume, so
appears to be painted in gradations of grey; it's not monochromatic, but from a certain perspective it can appear homogenous. Even supporting vocals from
Sufjan Stevens
and
Phoebe Bridgers
, who cameos twice, don't command attention, marking a distinct break from
I Am Easy to Find
, where guest vocals provided a focal point. Here,
sound relatively streamlined, concentrating on their collective subdued drama. Naturally,
Matt Berninger
's murmured musings are placed at the forefront, yet the band follow his every pause and sigh, giving the music the impression of riding a wave; things surge forward, then recede. Melodies aren't absent, but they're not forceful, they're sung as suggestions. Forward movement is achieved through shifts in texture and feel, momentum created through layers of harmony and weaving acoustic instruments through electronic beddings. Nothing here sounds precisely new -- this is the aesthetic that gelled around the time of
High Violet
, yet the skill in the craft is married to a brightness in outlook that lets
operate on two parallel paths: it can serve as moody atmosphere or reward close listening. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine