Who am I to review someone elses art?!  Their vision and craft. What scum.

Anyway, with a name like ‘the National ‘ I was well and truly put off until I heard snippets of High Violet played in a particularly depressing old job. The perfect situation!
Happy is not necessarily their go to sound but that is not important. Often these are the best bands.
Each song swells and flows in majestically painful and melancholic rhythm which will have you sobbing and dancing secretly until you find your next release of dopamine. Usually is a seedy toilet stall.
And with that comes their secret, the obvious sadness and dismal disappointment of your life can be matched to a track on this album. Like wine and fish. They’ve been here. They know. The clever sounding, powerful yet almost completely ambiguous lyrics relate. I am probably not smart enough to understand and I cannot be hooped decoding the whole chuffing album.
I only dislike that one about the Crybaby Geeks.

Mr Hummels