The National Further Complicates Its Sadness

There oughta be a word for whatever emotion that The National has homed in on over eight excellent albums of gravel-voiced poetry and delicate-ferocious rock. Consulting Mental Floss’s 2016 guide “How to Tell Whether You’ve Got Angst, Ennui, or Weltschmerz,” one might hear all three highbrow, non-anglophone feelings on the band’s latest release, I Am Easy to Find:

• , that sourceless dread? “We have friends in good houses, we have kids in thetrees / Now I have nothing but sleepless nights, about everything,” goes “”  As if to illustrate the toss and turn, an arpeggiator duels