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One of the most alluring aspects of Steinbeck's heartland novels is the brutal humanity of the characters. Desperate times create desperate people, and the final tragedy is as much a product of original sin as it is unfortunate circumstance. Brooklyn's the National understand this crippling frailty, and on their second record the band deftly sets the grim Calvinism of Nick Cave against rolling, expansive prairie music. The men on Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers are all bastards: quiet, bitter, swollen-headed drunks who hole up red-eyed in dark bedrooms, reeking of sweat and spent cigarettes. The protagonist of "Slipping Husband" is "haunted by the important life [he] could've led," and spends four verses skulking around the house and making his wife regret his decisions. "You own me," the lover on the last song admits, but then quickly appends the sentiment with a knowing "Lucky you." Matt Berninger's rueful gravel-bucket voice lets him shrug off heady lines like "Let her treat you like a criminal/ So you can treat her like a priest" without sounding haughty, and the record's earthy production lends the songs a warmth that serves to counteract the iciness of their subject matter. Like the Tindersticks and… read more »