Misfortune not barred

Matt Berninger is not a simple man. And he is certainly not what necessarily comes to mind for species Rockstar. Recently Mistaken For Strangers opened the New York Tribeca Film Festival, a live documentation of his younger brother Tom, who mingled for the duration of a concert tour of The National as a newbie with the roadies and then on the camera mercilessly it stopped everything seemed newsworthy. Short: Tom meets Matt and Matt had often sick and tired of it. In addition to all the atmospheric stage sets flew so sometimes objects through the screen diagonal, screaming, head-shaking, pictures with madness and irony, the whole madness precisely. In one setting, the bandleader lets patient with female fans in the public photographed quietschbuntes, be tarnished giggling and whispering in the big city bustle, right in the middle of schwarzgewandete, stoic-looking end, sonnenbebrillte Berninger, who only does what he must, and not what he like.

Entire three years had Matt Berninger now time to listen for the successor to the last album High Violet on the polyphonic murmur his inner demons, because these, the white one, are virtually the ghostwriter of his texts. And what can you say they have been together for Trouble Will Find Me a lot of effort, so much that one is tempted to say that this record closing seamlessly with the large works Alligator and Boxer. Berninger is as usual the brooder, the Man of Sorrows, which refers to the Old Testament way even cursed (I Should Live in Salt), which still takes for their own grief sayings that are unparalleled: When I walk into a room, I do not Light It Up (Demons) or I have only two emotions, fear and careful devotion dead, I can not get the balance right, throw my marbles in the fight (Dont Swallow The Cap).

Curses, Crime and Punishment, a lot of women's names haunt the lines of his Beichtgesänge. Really few can be as touching and credible singing about one's own thoughts tangle as the bearded Grummler from Cincinnati and if one did not know that Berninger maintains a thoroughly relaxed relationship to the devil alcohol, according to its own statements, one would have to wonder how all this to endure otherwise would , The music for the melodious Barriton is usual tight, rarely excoriated and takes you back, the differences between each song marks only the clock speed of the drums, which are times faster (Dont Swallow The Cap / graceless / Humilations), sometimes sluggish (all other ) never be the main focus, but always leave Bern Ingers singing stage.

It remains the exclusive and rewarding pastime of the listener to listen to the rants, complaints and sarcastic stories Bern Ingers, it is and remains a witness intimate (I was a television version of a person with a broken heart Somebody Said you disappeared in a crowd, I did not understand then, I do not understand now, Pink Rabbits) and conciliatory insights (If I tried you'd probably be hard to find, Hard To Find) and sometimes may feel a little uncomfortable in the role of silent observer. Nevertheless, one wishes the man here then becomes somewhat absurd and unfair, in the future is not necessarily well-being and the salvation that he hoped so much who should one else cause the nullity of their own concerns so artfully in mind, who would you then want to listen to the suffering? No offense Matt, that's simply your business. mapambulo: blog