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The National Sleep Well Beast

Album Info


Catalog #4AD0020LPE




  • Catalog Number 4AD0020LPE
  • Release Year 2017
  • Vinyl Mastering Engineer Greg Calbi with Steve Fallone
  • # of Disks 2
  • Jacket Style Gatefold
Bob Gendron

Review By

Bob Gendron

When listening to this album I think of this band or music:

Unlike many modern bands that seemingly dissolve after their first or second record, the National claims a healthy history that stretches back to the beginning of the century. The relative longevity invites comparisons to the quintet’s earlier works and spurs thoughts of its gradual evolution.

I would listen to this album while:

Anytime I need a reminder of the give-and-take cycle of rottenness and remorse that infects humankind. The National’s albums demand intense focus, and this one is no different. While it could function as background music, you’d be selling it and yourself short.

Music from this album would be a great soundtrack to:

The most depraved, poisonous episodes of “Mad Men.”

Few bands manage the art of the slow-burn with the control, drama, and scope mastered by the National. The group continues to practice such strengths on its seventh album but also adds a few variations on its proven low-key approach. Electronics currents, abrupt volume shifts, and the more prevalent use of classically oriented strings and horns suggest a creative evolution partially based in its members’ recent involvement with Grateful Dead tribute projects as well as a desire to welcome added mystery, innovation, and surprise into the mix.

Led by Bryan Devendorf’s unassailable jazz-minded percussion, the quintet works in and around chamber-rock frameworks that allow the moodiness, darkness, and tension central to a majority of the songs to smolder. Designed to draw listeners in close, the oft-sinister music operates on a subconscious level, with nuanced devices and Matt Berninger’s smoky, patient baritone prying open the doors to private conversations and secluded rooms. The effects can be both jarring and claustrophobic, thrilling and beautiful. Check out the perspective-altering synthesized oscillations on “Walk It Back,” finessed ambience contrasting the impending gloom of “Born to Beg,” and stacked rhythms that build from small crests to close “Empire Line” with a punctuated insistence. During “I’ll Still Destroy You,” vibraphones and prancing strings generate a false calm at odds with the lyrical sentiment.

A specialist in chronicling the disconnect, mistrust, and regret that frequently infiltrate intimate relationships once they sour, Berninger serves as a narrator for a host of reprehensible characters. Many remain aware of their own faults. Estranged emotions and nasty revelations coincide with a brief screech of guitars amidst the pattering “Day I Die.” Dying hearts and desperation pull at the threads of togetherness on the romantic “Born to Beg.” Culpability and remorse follow the waltz of “Carin at the Liquor Store” in diplomatic fashion. The gorgeous ballad “Guilty Party” dismisses any notions of blame, yet dissolution is at hand, with Berninger regrettably crooning, “We just got nothing/Nothing left to say.”

On occasion, the National turns away from the interpersonal and toward the universal. Such moves also beget an explosion in sound and tempo. Feedback swells, zig-zagging beats, and can-opener guitar riffs charge “Turtleneck,” which witnesses the band at its most untucked and Berninger issuing vicious, thinly veiled commentary regarding leadership. Secrets and accusations pile up on “The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness,” where shadows become illuminated by way of a catchy refrain and dance-baiting groove. Accept the latter invitation at your own risk.

Pressed on blue vinyl, Sleep Well Beast sounds infinitely better than the group’s early works in analog and on par with 2013’s Trouble Will Find Me. Detailed, textured, and wide-screened, the LP set functions as a magnet and encourages you to critically listen. Dynamics, forever an Achilles heel on the National records, could still benefit from improvement. That said, 4AD’s packaging deserves a thumbs-up for its die-cut inner sleeves and thick lyric sheet/poster.