The National

By Paul Vranesh A National concert has the potential to be marred in musical one-upmanship. The unironic characterizations of indie music fans found in James Murphy’s lyrics to Losing My Edge could run rampant and unchecked. This is The National, after all – Brooklyn darlings whose biting lyrics, humbling musicality, and NYC indie cred demand adoration and respect amongst all those in-the-know. These