Like most obnoxious indie brats of the early 2000’s, I adopted The National like a wounded puppy that was clearly lapping up expired wine in an alley somewhere. I remember liking Cherry Tree and Sad Songs, but they were an unmemorable experience that never resonated with me. Then Alligator happened, and I became the cliché fan that every journalist/critic wrote about when discussing The National. The superlative descriptor that haunted The National during that period of time, was that they were a “grower” and for good reason. If Alligator won you over on first listen, your ear has a more sophisticated palate than mine. It took months of one-off revisits (started with Mr. November and Abel, since they were like rallying cries for my anxiety issues) that slowly morphed into multi-track groupings, and by years end, it was MY album. Boxer was easier. Easier as in, I loved it instantly. If I had owned a turntable back then, I would have burnt a stylus on just that record alone. Everything after that has been consistently fantastic, to a nearly boring degree. Which sounds derogatory, but I don’t know how else to state it. The National are boringly excellent at EVERYTHING they do or involve themselves in (side projects, movies, soundtracks, art installations, using a slip ‘n slide). Having said that, after Sleep Well Beast I could tell I was ready for a new direction. Berninger is one of my all-time favorite lyricists, one who takes vague and sometimes opaque lines on paper, that somehow take on a technicolor life of their own in my brain (to this point, I’ve always considered my love for his words a very personal thing, but the more I talk to National fans the more I hear this sentiment echoed, so it must be a gift of his), but his delivery can have a mundane quality as side B runs out of grooves.
This new album is (predictably) fantastic, but in a new way. It’s still oozes all the National staples - professionalism, and a sound that has clearly been sweated over to an exhausted degree – but for my tastes, there are two factors that have broken the shackles (so on brand right now) that Sleep Well Beast felt restrained by; the first being the obvious – the new voices. Their presence now feels essential, to a point where I hope The National become a Polyphonic Spree sized group, touring with a small village of women and bearded men, like a traveling cult. The second is a part of the National that can be maddening to me at times… they have the best drummer on the planet! Bryan Devendorf is a god with an irregular heartbeat, and he’s always felt like their secret weapon, but one they deploy far too little. His talents are on full display here, and they paced out perfectly (You Had Your Soul With You (1), Quiet Light (2), Hey Rosey (6), Where is Her Head (9), Rylan (14) all being highlights that Devendorf goes full Animal on). Nobody can do a gorgeous molasses drip of a song like The National, but their most recent albums have been bogged down by large groupings of these tracks (for better and worse), but I Am Easy to Find avoids those pitfalls by unleashing Devendorf at all the right moments.
I’ve loved this band for so long now, praising them feels like throwing quarters into a volcano. And after 7 full length albums I thought it was finally starting to peter out. Nope. Excellence prevails, and the world’s most boring superhero has once again saved the day. I’ll be at the quarter machine hoping it takes $20’s.