No one talks enough about what a perfect title Boxer is for this album: a sport where you spar one opponent, the mirror of your own actions. A sport where half the battle is fighting yourself, and demands that you scrupulously analyze every move. A sport trading on the hope that you will always stay vigilant against failure, that no one will ever land the blow that knocks you into an elegant fall back into an unmagnificent life.
Read our Liner Notes here.
How "Fake Empire" became an unlikely campaign song. Read more here.
We went up to Hudson, New York, to see the National play songs from their new album. Read more here.
The National get written off as "dad rock" but their lyrics give a darker vision of adulthood. Read more here.
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