Coming on like Nick Cave with a mild headache, The National are about as gloomy and downtrodden as indie bands pretty much get. But despite a sincere lack of happy hardcore bangers or light-relief comedy skits, ‘High Violet’ is a tight, no-nonsense follow-up to 2007’s critically acclaimed ‘Boxer’.
Bleak as you like, but strangely cathartic in many places, it’s absolutely the worst album to soundtrack your Christmas lottery win. For the rest of us dour wageslaves, it’s perfect.
Words by Charlie Frame