33. The National - Alligator (2005)
People will throw recommendations all over the place at everyone and most of them will stink. Sometimes ears prick up and once in a lifetime a suggestion will hit the spot just like Sudocrem. One not-so-gentle-gent I know put this CD in my direction in York one day in late 2006 and I was wary, not of him like I am of his play-fights, but of something I'd never considered listening to. Why then, when I take pride in getting out the comfort zone in many things in life, could I not apply this attitude in accepting a band that's absolutely suited to fit? It's all here: abstract lyrics, sizzling energy, various shifts in tone and mood, layered guitars, a voice that's been drinking and an outlook that contains a wallop of wit. One of the songs of the decade is contained within, in the form of 'Mr. November' which punches President Bush in his silly face in a fast, spiky track with great words: "I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders" is one line, that fits in with the bragging nature of the biggest calamity ever known to mankind. There's plenty more where that came from too, way too much to mention, and now I recommend this to you.
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