This is fucking ace. That's all I've got to say. Tim, I can't put it any better than this:
"The specific brand of desperation that the band conjures is miles away from, say, the throbbing, dread-laced depression of fellow dapper New Yorkers the National. The Walkmen are more theatrical and unwound than that-- they're the guys out in the middle of the street, screaming up at the sky, begging to know why everything always falls apart." --Tom Breihan, Pitchforkmedia, September 2010--
Okay, I'll say some words. The Walkmen sound comfortable here. There's something lovably rosy about Lisbon. Is it the mediterranean idea of living there? Is it his gruff voice? Nah mate. I just gone and promised you, it's the music.
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