all of my favorite music sounds like taking flight. this is one such album. perfect. start to finish….i still owe money to the money to the money i owe i never thought about love when i thought about home, i still owe money to the money to the money i owe the floors are falling out from everybody i know….i’m on a bloodbuzz….
from pitchfork’s review:
“On the National’s fifth album, High Violet, those constraints are starting to wear on them, which makes a lot of sense: they wear on most people. In between patches of obtuse imagery, singer Matt Berninger sounds increasingly self-destructive. The record’s upbeat numbers don’t cheer him up so much as commiserate with him. All of this makes High Violet a dark affair, even for a band with a reputation for sad-bastard melodrama. The National have never sounded triumphant, but they can still be reassuring, with Berninger’s lyrics acting as salves for our own neuroses. Six drinks in, tired of your coworkers, wishing you could just go home and laugh at sitcoms with someone? Maybe get laid? The National’s got your back.”