It’s getting to where the appearance of a new Walkmen record is a quiet, intimate event. Heaven, like Lisbon and You & Me before it, has shown up like a best man on an airplane, radiating fraternal excitement and deep commitment and positive nostalgia. Since graduating themselves from the early-aughts New York scene, The Walkmen have seemed to exist outside of the common world, unaware of or apathetic towards the kind of artistic competition that has become attendant with what we think of as . . .
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