If you were to peer into the history books, specifically some that cover music from the turn of the millennium onwards, you’d find a very select number of artists or outfits that have truly improved with age, refined their craft and/or put out consistently inspiring work. Amongst that rare breed, one name would be clearly written. Over the last twelve years, The National have amassed a large number of both loyal supporters and detractors. Their sullen, somber and emotionally wrought sound has divided people no doubt, but over time it’s also become stronger, sharper and more potent. Acts like The National are few and far between — their grounded sensibilities, combined with a brooding air of mystery, have created a perfect storm. This particular dynamic both makes their back catalogue stand out keeps them driving forward.
Trouble Will Find Me is the group’s sixth studio album and the follow up to High Violet, a record that topped numerous best of 2011 lists. That, of course, was following their two breakthrough albums, Alligator and Boxer, which forms one serious hot streak. So, with a critically acclaimed run to maintain, there was no pressure to perform at high standards right? Well, if there was, the band doesn’t seem to have minded. Not to imply that the group took their foot off the gas or dipped in terms of quality or commitment — far from it! Although the album doesn’t feel as tense or tightly wound as their prior effort, it still hits hard and punctures far past the surface level that so many others rest upon.
As you may have come to expect, the content of Trouble Will Find Me entwines elements of remorse, regret, introspective searching, abstract metaphors and blunt honesty. Somewhat surprisingly, though, there’s actually a lighter side to the album — moments of occasionally scathing, self-referential wit and even moments of uplifting celebration. As with every album from The National, there are individual instances that seem to burst through with intense relevancy. “Graceless” see’s Matt Berringer deliver his trademark, oaky baritone with, “Put the flowers you find in a vase. Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste.” Such a simple sentiment, but one that echoes and resonates with a trembling force. This is a skill that Berringer has shown throughout the bands history, but when coupled with a more refined, chiseled and evocative instrumental sound, this skill can bring the house down with just a few syllables.
From an instrumental standpoint, there’s nothing new to be heard on this album. Rather than spiraling towards a center of repetition, though, The National continue to keep things fresh, engaging and moving. Their interplay is even more cohesive than before, and there seems to be a real unity at the heart of this album and this band. They seem utterly in sync and centered, yet there’s no sense of predictable safety or laziness. The music that occupies the record is crisp, sharp and on point, serving as an example of how much power and poise can be emitted from a roaring fire in full swing.
Those who aren’t particularly swayed by The National probably won’t care much for this record, but those who have come to love the group will clutch this latest release close to their hearts. I certainly have it tightly bound to mine.