Sunday, 3 September 2017

Review of Sleep Well Beast by The National

After a four year interval since the band's last album Trouble Will Find Me, we see that the trouble has found them, and has morphed into a Beast.

Harking back to the album cover for Boxer, which saw a black and white photo of the band playing at their producer's wedding, the cover of Sleep Well Beast features a monochrome photo of the band in the studio superimposed over a chalet style structure. The wintry, claustrophobic imagery is embodied within the album itself. Immediately, the opening track Nobody Else Will Be There begins with clodding drumbeats that sound like the footsteps of a beaten man, 'Can you remind me the building you live in, I'm on my way' implores Berninger. The question remains unanswered, and the heavy footsteps trudge on into a chorus of 'Nobody else will be there then'.

Introduced by the band in promo interviews as a break-up album, all of the songs tackle the central theme head on with little space for respite. 'I swear you got a little bit taller since I saw you, I'll still destroy you' declares Berninger on I'll Still Destroy You, as if wary the listener might have permitted more optimistic thoughts to interject in the interim. While the second single Guilty Party has the highly effective refrain 'I say your name, I say I'm sorry'. The sorry lingers on in the listener's imagination, as if the singer is apologising for his thoughts, his motives, his very existence.

The other common emotion apart from self pity and hurt in a break-up scenario is self defiance and shifting the blame onto the other person, and this is shown in the more energetic songs found here. On Day I Die Berninger spits out 'I don't need you, I don't need you, Besides I barely ever see you anymore'. While on The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness the singer warns 'Maybe I listen more than you think, I can tell that somebody sold you.'

Ultimately the anger and the push-back fades back into resignation. On the final track Sleep Well Beast, Berninger's voice is stripped back to a dry croaking narration. 'Go back to sleep, let me drive, let me think, let me figure it out; How to get us back to the place where we were when we first went out' calls out the narrator, before deciding 'I'll still destroy you some day, sleep well beast, you as well beast'. 

The metaphorical Beast that the album describes is much the same as the one The National's previous three albums have been concerned with. Matt Berninger's lyrics and the sombre compositions of the Dessner brothers has been on a continuous journey to bring to life an amalgam of a F Scott Fitzgerald character - an erudite, morose, well-heeled man who seems intent on narrating his own romantic destruction. Sleep Well Beast sees this character magnified and pushed to its logical next level, in the form of a coherent concept album. 

This, alongside Boxer, is perhaps the soul of The National laid bare. They are a band for the over-educated and neurotic, those keen to analyse and define every chapter of their life, every emotion, every landmark moment. Extrapolating further, The Beast of Berninger's mind is really the post-Freudian Western world - we are self obsessed and determined to find meaning through love in a religion-free culture. We will never be rid of this Beast, we can only implore it to occasionally rest and sleep.

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Leaving

They told me she wept as she left the house
For the very last time, casting a sad eye
Over the floors and stairs that now lay
Empty, devoid of even cardboard boxes

I think she may have felt ancient
Draping fingers over her wrinkles
Shocked at how the years flew
Unchecked by her consciousness

I picture her looking at her husband
No words needed to pass between them
Eventually he says something routinely
Meaningless, just to hide from that moment

I see her walking, slower and heavier
Than her years would merit, almost
Stalling, trying to just delay the
Inevitable departure

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Come with me

Drop everything and come with me
Pretend like the rest of your life
Never mattered

It's a hell of a proposition
And I know that you know
I have played my last hand

I know you have propositions
From unforeseen directions
On a daily basis

How can anybody choose
When there is so little time
And so many men

Sunday, 18 January 2015

All the People, Oh So Many People

All the people you'll never be
What do they need
On that restless Sunday night
Jet-lagged from weekend excesses
That never freed them from the week

All the old faces you never see
What do they decree
To be life's one defining moment
As feet are dragged slowly up stairs
To reach machine run office floors


Tuesday, 30 December 2014

When the New Year Comes

When the New Year Comes
Are you ready to let the old one go?
Will all your old troubles
And woes be cleansed by the snow?

Remember lost summers, fading
Into myths, dreams, something or other
Intangible, imprecise, incomplete
As you and your memory get older


Sunday, 14 December 2014

Pathetic Progress

There's much too much to be done
For this train to be stalled
By inexplicable tardiness
Or overriding safety concerns

There's much too much to be done
At the termination of this journey
For minor delays, beyond control,
Of impatient passengers

There's much too much to be done
Before the day dies, as it must
But the same can't be said for
Demands that push on




Monday, 22 September 2014

Autumn never calls

Autumn never announces itself
No courtesy call just to say
'I will be there tomorrow'

Suddenly leaves are brown
Brown and dying, strewn
Across indifferent concrete ground

When schoolkids kick through
The debris of the season
To inattentive seats in lessons

When budding scholars stumble
Through freshers week floors
To gawp at dances of seduction

When workers sip in morning
Mists that accompany commutes
That siphon the days away

When retirees recline on
Benches they know will
Soon become icy thrones

We can only ruminate on
Youth once we have
Left it behind

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Saturday Morning 1am

Shadows of trees in the park
Empty trains sit on the bridge
The optimism in the dark
Will it remain by morning

The week passed, time again
For a thorough Sunday clean
The grease blots and stains
That grow as the years go

The flow of the water never
Thinks about its direction
The tinkling of piano keys
Never doubts its complexion



Sunday, 20 July 2014

Dusk

A violent orange to end the day
The sky can sure be very pretty
The men aren't looking up though
They have their own worries

A streetlight that acts as a candle
In the great dark cave of the city
I wonder what dreams are realised
And what dreams are still on hold

A weekend in the quietest company
Your inner self sure can be quiet
Courage is required to examine the soul
And I'm lacking courage tonight

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Him and Her

He just wanted options
He lives his life like the early 20s
And doesn't put the right number
Of birthday candles on

He sometimes enjoys summer
When nobody else is having fun
He needs to feel like that
He is the only one around

She still thinks of cities faraway
She still wants to walk streets
Where the shops are strange
And the salesmen incomprehensible

She likes the rotting leaves
For their smell and their colour
But she is mindful of the fact
That she needs more jumpers

It's a shame they never taught
You how to live your life
We all walk home after work
Exhausted from delaying plans

Monday, 26 May 2014

Wanderer

Dents in your bumper you
Couldn't afford to fix
Just keep driving til you
Find a place that sticks

If only the streetlights could
Shield your guilty face
If only the rain could erase
What had taken place



Grown up, now I can walk
The night alone
Sometimes I hate it, sometimes
I'm happy on my own

If only dreams do go on
To become real
Shining bright and white, not
Things darkness steals

Were you born and destined
To sit and write
In an age where so few still
Stand and fight

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Plain

It's plain now
The more I gave
The deeper I sank

I can't figure out
In my head just why
I couldn't have lied

You had your dreams
And my only dream
Revolved around you

When the trains roll
Out of my eyeline
I'm on my own again


Sunday, 30 March 2014

An Assembly of Catharsis

When you told me thanks but no
It was such a shock to hear
There were no naysayers
In my daydreams

Love, that pathetic feeling
Wouldn't we both like to run
From it as far as we can
But it drags us both back in

How life has been thrown away
In the days since I saw you last
There isn't much to smile about
When I can't tell you of them

The resignation
Is drawing in
The words of comfort
Are wearing thin

I would never have prepared for
The moment you told me that
It was all rather heavy, and you
Prefer to just dance it all away

Does it relieve you when people
Ask if you are still in education
Or does it leave you digging
Still deeper for some dignity

Everything seems to become
Some form of delayed desolation
That lays its tracks across
Our potential perfection



Sunday, 2 March 2014

Tell Me

Just tell me what you want to prove
We have come to the point when
Loyalty has its own victim to claim

Just tell me what makes you stay
When he's all those miles away
And I'm still waiting for you

Just tell me why one heart
Means less than another
Just because it arrived late


Friday, 28 February 2014

Barely living

Will the chit chat
Make us both feel better
Or will the simple silence
Suffice?

You still wore your hair
The same as when
I saw you last
Loose and lithe

Two cups of hot chocolate
Pushed up together
Do they say something
Of our future?

The days have been
Less than adequate
The nights have been
Absolutely insufferable

I ask you how work has been
You say it's still going OK
One day they may decide
To promote you

You ask me how work has been
I say I'm still drifting
Hoping one day
Someone notices me

You glance down at your watch
The one from him
That you always religiously
Wore

My heart's newly glued
Pieces are crumbling
Once again
I need you

Please don't walk away
Please don't say
'It was nice to see you
Good luck with everything'

Saturday, 22 February 2014

3

In the heart of the city
It's tough to feel free
Maybe it's safer to just
Trust in misery

When you told me
That you felt lonely
In hallowed school halls
That mine your brain

People rush by, chasing
Buses that are always full
We take some time out
From the rush of it all

I told you to be brave
To face down a world
That never rewards
Or sees earnestness

             -

When the leaves died
Left with August
The idealism drained
And the lies still lived

I wanted you
To myself and only
You wanted me 
Very differently

Who do I complain to?
When dreams turn sour?
Is there a way to just
Avoid these stabbing hours?

Love is fleeing
Hate lingers for longer
Than you can bear

Saturday, 15 February 2014

Plenty More

When you tried to let me down
In that gentle detached way
I was convinced an army
Could not dredge my tears

He puts an arm around my shoulder
And balances sincere eyes
With a worrying wobble
Tells me I'm too young for this grief

The scenes may change, the city
May call itself the same names
But I can't find that feeling of
Togetherness anymore

He brings another two over
And balances European glasses
On hands that knew this pain
Tells me I know too little of the world

There may be streets of female bodies
There may be rooms of unfound love
But you only ever have one rush
That sincere youth can bring

Monday, 20 January 2014

What was left unsaid

In this summer air
Anything can happen
In this summer air
We can fall in love

When you smile
How can I even see
Anything else

Our feet in the pool
You lean into me
Our feet in the pool
You open up to me

When you smile
How can I even hear
Anybody else

In the sun's grace
I knew I was trapped
In the sun's grace
It was you or doom

When you smile
How can I even think
That you don't want
Me the same way

Monday, 2 December 2013

2

You need to save your heart
To someone who'd remember
That's what
I wish somebody told me

It's politeness that means
I've never kissed you
Even though
I never stopped wanting to

Since the first time I saw you
My heart burns with
Seeping pain
Whenever I think of you

Saturday, 30 November 2013

1

When you miss someone
You look up their profile
And you imagine that they too
Are reading about you

When I need someone
I keep thinking about
The opportunities that
I had missed with you

I can't face a day this short
I'm 23 and the night scares me
Because it brings me thoughts
Of why you're not mine