
The Walkmen - Heaven (Fat Possum - 2012)
I lost my passion for the Walkmen after Bows and Arrows. To me and many others they were the band that wrote “The Rat.” I don’t think a day went by when I was 15 years old that I didn’t listen to that song. It knocked me flat every time and still does. You don’t really listen to that song as much as you get slammed over the head by it. It’s huge. It’s so fucking that big nothing this side of Led Zeppelins fourth album could cast a shadow on it. It’s quite probably the greatest rock song of the 21st century and I’m not alone in suggesting that it should have propelled these guys to the same sort of fame the Strokes enjoyed, at least temporarily. After that tidal wave of a four minutes, I’d wait for them to write the next rat and it never happened. Everything else the Walkmen did seemed flat in comparison. It’s taken me seven years to realise maybe that was their point.
The Walkman as a band formed around one idea - anxiety. 2010’s Lisbon showed they’d moved on front that. They’d moved past the pains of early twenty’s life and gave us all a falsely optimistic view that everything turns out all right. It wasn’t all roses, the songs were still coloured with the depression done with swagger thing that always comes with a Walkmen song, but singles like “Angela Surf City” seemed unaccompanied by that utter desperation that so violently marked Bows and Arrows. There was a “life goes on” mentality - it’s a line in that very song. Still when a band is so heavily founded on the very idea of worrying, it just takes a slip for things to return to normal. Heaven spends a lot of time begging a partner and best friend to stay at a point in life where if they leave, they’re not coming back. It spends it’s time worrying about other people. It’s a more mature expression of desperation in that it’s begrudgingly accepting, but still it’s a very painful acceptance. Heaven is the most stripped back, bare bones Walkmen record yet, a sound they have consistently moved closer towards with every release and it’s also blatantly made by a bunch of much older men, but these thirteen songs rival Lisbon as their finest complete piece of work. Considering these guys used to be the Yin to the Strokes Yang, it’s truly remarkable that they’re churning out albums of this caliber ten years into their career and albums that get better and better with repeat listens. Maybe it’s a good thing “The Rat” never got what it deserved.