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My 2007 Album Of The Year: Boxer by The National

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Walking down a deserted (but perpetually shimmering) Michigan Avenue in Chicago last spring, listening to The National’s fourth full-length album in my iPod, it dawned on me that I was listening to my favorite album of the year up to the point. Driving down a deserted (well, deserted for L.A. standards) 10 freeway in Los Angeles last week on New Year’s Eve, listening to that same album in my prized 1990 Volvo, it dawned on me that I was still listening to my favorite album of the year.

And even though it is now a few days “too late” for such a column, I figured that in light of my decision to anoint Wu-Tang’s 8 Diagrams as the Hip-Hop Album of the Year, I might as well spend some time writing about my overall favorite record of 2007.

The first thing that always strikes me about Boxer is that it sounds a lot like my other favorite albums of 2007, yet remains wholly original. Lead singer Matt Berninger sounds a bit like Andrew Bird, both in style (baritone, slightly monotonous voice) and substance (non sequiturs, clever imagery, and an extensive vocabulary), which is an absolute compliment. And if the vocals sound like Bird, the overall feel and mood of the album call to mind a more subtle and contained version of the Arcade Fire release Neon Bible. Again, this is a good thing.

The problem with comparing one artist to another is that it implies a derivative quality to the work; that the band falls somewhere between an inspired cherry-picker with great taste and a rogue musical pickpocket. Just know that resorting to such comparisons is the fault of the reviewer and not the band. Explaining all of the positive ways that an album matches other great works is the lazy man’s method for expressing admiration. And tonight I’m feeling a bit lazy. But now, on to the album.

Boxer starts out with a bang, as the track “Fake Empire” works its way from a simple, subdued little song into an orchestral gem that climbs higher and higher and then just ends, without any ostentatious outros or distorted samples loaded with feedback and reverb. It is followed by the most pure “rock” song on the album, the quick, smart “Mistaken For Strangers.” At the tale end of this “wow, they sound like they could be from Montreal” indie rock anthem, The National slows things down just a bit, fading out of the second track and easing into “Brainy,” giving the listener time to absorb the first salvo and settle into the experience. Rarely has the first quarter of an album shown such care in regard to pacing. It is as if the three members of this Brooklyn band know some secret to engaging the brain’s alpha frequencies.

When I first devoured this album earlier in the year, my one tiny criticism of Boxer was that the middle of the album lagged just a bit. “Squalor Victoria,” “Green Gloves,” and “Start a War” are the only songs that felt like work the first couple of times through. That said, even from this tiny negative came a positive, as “Green Gloves” became one of my favorite tracks on repeat listens. The first time through it bleeds into the background, but by lap number four (not to mention four hundred), it actually stands out as a beautiful song with soaring instrumentals and perhaps the most melodic chorus on the album. Likewise, “Start a War” grows on the listener and seems to get better with each passing bus ride and jog through the park.

These are among the most subtle tracks on the album and for that reason, they were overshadowed the first few times through by more powerful songs such as “Slow Show” and “Apartment Story.” In fact, “Slow Show” probably gets the nod as my favorite song on the album. It is a rich, escalating tour de force. The repeating line “You know I’ve dreamed about you for 29 years before I saw you” is one of the best on the album and the anchor of a fabulously good and decidedly mature (i.e. not cheesy) love song.

After slowly building for nine tracks, the album finishes with a quiet flurry. “Racing Like a Pro” puts on display some of Berninger’s strongest writing, offering clear, intelligent commentary and showcasing some of his most insightful (if still cleverly spun) storytelling to date. “Ada” is a brilliant song and is certainly aided by Sufjan Stevens’ guest appearance on piano. And “Gospel” might very well be the most technically perfect song on the album.

Throughout the year I heard some listeners bemoan the lack of simmering anger that was a hallmark of previous tracks by The National (most of them from 2005’s breakout critical darling Alligator). But to me, this more subtle expression of joy, pain, boredom, and claustrophobia (multiple songs are contained to basically one room) is far more rewarding. Rather than spell everything out with wild vocal inflections or searing lyrics, The National opted to weave together a tight tapestry of music, within which they could embed their stories and philosophy. On Boxer, they let the audience do its share of the heavy lifting in a way that is not dissimilar to a well-written television show or film.

This is not to say that listening to this album is hard work, because it’s not. Boxer is a smooth listen and an atmospheric experience (you simply have to find a deserted main street in a big city and give this a spin) and – bottom line – a really great album. It should be Exhibit A on how to make really smart, meaningful music that still sounds terrific.

For all those reasons, Boxer by The National is my Album of 2007.

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  • Thanks for choosing this excellent album as your album of the year. It would have made my list for 2007, but I only discovered this album (and the band) after I had already put together and formed my top ten list. However, it definitely makes my top 20.

    I do agree with your initial assessment of the middle of the album, though. It does lack the punch of the first four tracks, but picks up again towards the end. However, some of the songs in the middle of the album show some of The National’s best lyrics yet.

    I hope 2008 breeds as much good music as 2007 did. Here’s to Hope, Change, and all of those other buzzwords going around the internets these days.