The National are a strange one. Slightly depressed sountracks for suburban couples. Middle managers. Matt Berninger continues the Sisyphus motions on latest album Get Sunk.
I've found it a strangely winning soundtrack for the past couple of days. Joy Division managing the rigours of nine to five as a face at the back of the open plan. Berninger has a way with words, the emotionless face in the corner desk of the open plan at work.Stimach churning. Counting the days down to a holiday in a caravan and tent park. Om a beach.
The songs make their way up gradual slopes and set off with soft vaguely dusfunctional explosions.. It's functional and strangley removed, almost neuteured. Like an afternoon in an IKEA showroom. I liked it.
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