Robb and I saw The Walkmen last night at Terminal 5, and I loved every minute of their performance.
The Walkmen got started during the New York City rock renaissance of the early 2000s, alongside bands like the Strokes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. But its music now sounds just right for a certain recessionary mood: bleary, frustrated, cranky, heartsick and gallows-humored. It could easily accompany the aftermath of a drinking binge following a layoff. Mr. Leithauser, wearing a business suit with no necktie and his white shirt cuffs hanging out, was slouchy and angular by turns, lobbing his vocal lines across the hollows in the music. (Jon Pareles / NYT)
Wish I could have said it as well as Mr. Pareles.
So far this year I’ve seen Gogol Bordello (twice), RJD2, Ratatat, Los Campesinos!, LCD Soundsystem and The Walkmen. I’ll see Drive-By Truckers on the 31st, and, if I’m lucky, Gogol again on Jan. 1st.