The constituencies for gloomy, well-crafted art rock are pretty well-defined by now. There are the Goth lifers, the flanneled blog readers and the emo teens. But Brooklyn, New York, quartet the National, five albums into their career, are carving out a new audience: the bothered fathers. “If you do a close reading, or maybe even a not-so-close reading, we could be pegged as dad rock,” says drummer Bryan Devendorf. “Or as white-collar... More >>>