Picture all the finest memories of a past relationship: the love, the yearning, the sadness, the anger, and the joy. Put them in a glass bottle and toss them into the ocean at sunset. Watch the orange, reflective sea sweep them away. That’s the sound of Transatlanticism; it’s seriously incredible.
These songs feel like a drunk, slow dance at your wedding after someone just cut out all the lights. Like you can’t see shit but you’re okay with it. There was something in the air when The National made songs like secret meeting, the geese of beverly road, and all the wine. Extraordinary album, that only gets better and better.