Michael Hann

An awfully long night for a band without any bangers: The National, at Alexandra Palace, reviewed

Plus: the human side of John Lydon at O2 Forum Kentish Town

Matt Berninger of The National veered close to self-parody at Alexandra Palace. Photo: Matthew Baker / Getty Images  
issue 07 October 2023

Over the past few years, the National have become the most important band in modern rock music. The strange thing is that this has happened at a point when their own work has perhaps lost a little of its earlier intensity. They’ve become important because they have come to represent something to other artists: a kind of adventurous but accessible integrity. The brothers who are the musical core of the band – guitarists Aaron and Bryce Dessner – have been so in demand that they have worked with, between them, (deep breath) Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Michael Stipe, Sharon Van Etten, Bon Iver, Philip Glass, Steve Reich, Paul Simon, Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly, Jonny Greenwood, Bruce Springsteen and Ryuichi Sakamato. And those are just the ones you might have heard of. Then there are the three festivals that Aaron helps run. Their tentacles are everywhere.

At 90 minutes I’d have been transported.

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