Saturday, November 28, 2009
I forgot how nostalgic The Nationals' lyrics made me feel.
I keep thinking to myself, "I need to see this band live."
One day, I'll hear Matt Berninger shout out these lyrics,
"I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November, I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over!"
I find myself screaming this, in my head and in my throat.
Berningers' distinctive baritone voice can swoon anyone to drop everything and listen.
He is the driving force of this band consisting of two pair of brothers accompanying him.
Their sound is full, broad, demanding and honest.
It punches you in the gut, the moment you hear that low romantic drone, you can't help but to stop and listen.