I started my second play of Alligator on a night when
I was stressed out and frustrated, and did so right after listening to Wall
Of Eyes, the new record by the Smile.
With the latter record, there were a lot of repetitious guitar and keyboard
phrases designed to put the listener in a state, and even though I don’t
actually like the way Tom York* sings all that much, I immediately felt willing
to give the songs some time and repeat listens to grow on me. That juxtaposition of the those two records
highlighted how much the National are also that sort of band sometimes, or try
to be. It’s been that way since the first
record, but that element seems especially pronounced on Alligator. Most songs start with a guitar-forward track
that functions almost like a loop and then plays continuously through the song,
building a mood to take the listener into a headspace over which Matt, often
tunelessly, weaves in his stories. This is
basically my latest attempt to describe coherently what “indie-rock” sounds
like to me, and why I lump the National in with that sound.
I can see a few of these choruses wearing me down through
sheer power and repetition and getting me humming them. At the moment the biggest earworms I’ve been
getting are the chorus of “All The Wine,” which is fine, and the “that man’s a balloon”
part from “Friend Of Mine,” which, eh, is slightly annoying. Again, this is all stuff they’ve been doing since
the self-titled debut. The hook from “American
Mary” still frequently pops up in my head, although I can’t say I ever
especially need to hear the song again.
Some things that I wish did lodge in my head were a few favorite
bits. Because Alligator is
tantalizingly full of individual notes or phrases that I really, really like,
making we wish the rest of the songs were like that. As an exercise, I decided to try to list out from
memory the things that made me think “this part is great,” and I know I’m only
remembering about half of them:
- There’s a part in “Secret Meeting”
where the vocal melody goes up while the guitar line goes down, and for those fifteen
seconds or so everything just clicks
- The first verse of “Daughters Of The
Soho [SoHo?] Riots” – it embodies total resignation and hopelessness in a
pretty beautiful way
- The paired vocals at certain
particular parts of “Val Jester,” I don’t remember which ones
- The delivery of “c’mon, give me the
keys, man” in “Abel.” The whole song is
pretty dope, actually, full of nervous energy.
I doubt it’s actually what it’s about, but I like to imagine that the
narrator is clumsily trying to cover up a murder.
- The way when you listen to the record
in order, the end of “Abel” melts into the quiet opening of “The Geese Of Beverly
Road”
- In “Mr. November,” the way the Bryan
takes over the song and moves us so nicely into and through the last prechorus. (And I kinda like the way that one just stops
so suddenly after its abbreviated final chorus.)
That’s a partial list, because Alligator’s bits are standing out to me more than the
tracks as a whole. These bits have me
pretty well convinced that, if they choose to, the National are capable of
making a record that I’ll really love. I’m
also pretty well convinced that Alligator
is not that record. But it’s worth another spin or two to see
which parts grow on me.
As a final note, after my second
listen to Alligator, which I finished on another
night on which I was stressed and frustrated, I switched to a record by a doom
band called Sorcerer and immediately said “fuck yeah, this is what I want to listen to when I’m frustrated.” I feel like that says something or other
about my tastes overall.
- Favorite track: “Abel”
- Runner up: “Mr. November”
- Least favorite track: “City Middle”
- Working rating: 2.5/5
Listen #3 whenever I get around to it!
*With
internet space being at a premium in the post internet freedom era, my blog does
not have the resources to include unnecessary letters in singers’ names.**
**Joke stolen from David Thorpe at the old Something Awful
website
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