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http://www.thewalkmen.com/heaven/ 

The Walkmen’s new album, “Heaven”, is the sound of a band hitting maturity, comfortable in its mastery, after a decade together. “When you’re starting out, you’re sitting there trying to come up with a big idea, but after a while, you learn about the process of writing,” says guitarist Paul Maroon. “You learn about your friends in the band and how they work best.” Singer Hamilton Leithauser backs him up. “I wrote more stuff that I liked for this record,” he says. “To me, they sound like classic American rock songs.”

It’s been ten years since the band made their debut album, Everybody Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone. Ten years since they mixed the lovingly recorded analogue tapes down to the cheapest CD burner they could find. Ten years since Leithauser broke Maroon’s arm in a celebratory wrestling match. Ten years since critics attached them to a New York scene they never wanted any part of. But when Leithauser sings “We Can’t Be Beat,” on the opening track of Heaven, he means it, like Cool Hand Luke getting up off the floor for one more round. “The world is ours,” he declares. This time, he may be right.

This spring, the band played a series of tenth anniversary shows that demonstrated how far they have outstripped their peers: two sets over two hours, no filler, rapturously received. In contrast, fellow graduates from the class of ’02 have burned out or faded from view.

The Walkmen are the great New York band of their generation, and in Heaven, they have delivered their third killer album in a row. Although Leithauser states that “our biggest accomplishment is just being here,” they are making the best music of their career and filling their largest venues yet, including a sold-out show at Shepherd’s Bush Empire in 2011.

‘In The New Year’, a standout track on their fourth record, You & Me, implies that at one point there was pressure to quit: “My friends and my family, they are asking of me, how long will you ramble, how long will you still repeat?” Lauded as a stunning collection of songs, beautifully arranged, the 2008 album revitalised their career.

Lisbon, released two years later, confirmed that trajectory, garnering 4 and 5 star reviews for its short stories and spare, Sun Records sound. The clanging tones of Paul Maroon’s Rickenbacker Capri 360 and Gretsch Streamliner set the 1950s mood, as Leithauser channelled Orbison and Sinatra, in all their melancholy defiance.

On last year’s tours with Arcade Fire and Fleet Foxes, the Walkmen formed enduring friendships. “There’s a kinship,” says multi-instrumentalist Pete Bauer. “You feel like someone else is out there taking music as seriously as you’re taking it. You realise that you’re a lifer.” So when Fleet Foxes producer Phil Ek approached them, asking if they’d like to make a record with him, they travelled to the studio he uses in the woods outside Seattle for the most intense recording sessions they had ever experienced. “He was relentless,” says Maroon. “And in the end, you can hear the difference.”

“We have never been on better behaviour,” agrees Leithauser. “When Phil had an idea, we would be ‘OK, let’s try it.’ That’s not who we are! But we came up with a sound that we love.” Although the chime of Maroon’s guitar is unmistakable in the cascading arpeggios of Song For Leigh or the driving metallic riff of Heartbreaker, the setting is fuller, the production lush.

“There can be something brittle about our sound,” Maroon says. “He made it just a little bit warmer, a little bit stronger. When I play it in my car, it sounds strong, which I love.” On We Can’t Be Beat, Leithauser is Dion and his bandmates The Belmonts, singing pitch perfect doo-wop. On No-one Ever Sleeps, Fleet Foxes vocalist 
Robin Pecknold plays Don Everly to Leithauser’s Phil, supplying a low harmony at once classic and contemporary. 

The one song that the Walkmen insisted on, over Ek’s objections, turned out to be the track that pulled the record together and gave it a title. “Our children will always hear romantic tales of distant years,” sings Leithauser. “Don’t leave me, you’re my best friend. All of my life, you’ve always been.”

All five members of the band have kids now and if the impact of parenthood is hard to pin down in a single lyric, there is definitely a new openness and emotional honesty to the songs. “The detachment you can feel throughout our younger records is gone,” Leithauser says. “We felt like it was time to make a bigger, more generous statement.”

After ten years, the Walkmen have everything that a great band needs. Leithauser is a mature singer of phenomenal stamina who can trade The Rat’s raw anger for the yearning of Southern Heart in a beat. Drummer Matt Barrick can pummel ferociously and drop down to Buddy Holly’s tramcar click. Bauer is a consummate sideman, effortlessly switching from guitar to farfisa to piano as required, or trading instruments with bass player Walter Martin, who has also written his most resonant lyrics yet.

Most importantly, the old gang mentality has deepened, becoming something worthwhile and lasting. “I’m very proud of what we’ve done. We’ve stayed friends and those friendships have grown,” says Bauer. “We have survival experience and real love that children generate in your life.” Heaven is a definitive statement of purpose and commitment, from a band at the peak of its powers that is finally winning the recognition it deserves.

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