![]() ![]() ![]() It’s a headrush of a song that succeeds entirely on its own merits, like the ultimate emo anthem for an alternate dimension where girls don’t exist (sorry, ladies), music is a form of violence, and emo actually means raw, unbridled emotion and nothing more. Even so, “The Rat” doesn’t need a context or backstory or string of descriptive metaphors to completely knock you over. It all comes together with the whiz-bang aplomb of a Scorsese picture– of course remorse is all that’s left when it’s over. Valentine’s Day Massacre of relentless drums, bass, and guitar. ![]() And Bows & Arrows ain’t the half of it: This is a St. Forget secret weapons everything’s out in the open here and all the more dangerous for it. Hamilton Leithauser, unhinged even on a good day, just flies right off the handle and the rest of the band doesn’t slack for a second. Somebody is pissed, somebody else is reeling from remorse, and everybody’s going full throttle on what has become the signature Walkmen hyperjam. ![]()
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