Showing posts with label The Walkmen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Walkmen. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Albums Of The Decade - 96. The Walkmen - Lisbon

96. THE WALKMEN - LISBON
In the year of 2016, I took a trip to Lisbon a few days before Christmas, during a three month long sabbatical stint, between moving continents - Asia to Europe - a mammoth step. I fell in love there, made a great accomplice also, drank cask-loads of wine, spent time looking at the water and witnessed a pigeon fucking up eating my pizza; as a seagull deservedly took away the crust.

The Walkmen, just on the turn of the decade, managed to craft a 1950's style homage to this most luscious of cities using horns and mariachis, amongst other dis-harmonic strings. Hamilton Leithauser plays on the binary oppositions of feeling fractured and repaired at once - and that's been the story of the last 10 years for me, especially the former.

At the time of writing, I'm currently listening to Heaven - the 2012 follow-up to Lisbon and it's more of a full-bodied work, than the stripped down nature of this aforementioned modern classic. The Walkmen, prior to this in decades past I'd seen as a support band, and occasional headliner on the live circuit. But with this installation into Spaghetti Blogonese's  hallowed Top 100, they're officially seen as outright champions.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Records of 2010 - 32. The Walkmen - Lisbon

Records of 2010 - 32. The Walkmen - Lisbon

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.