There are many live versions of this track available on youtube, but my advice would be not to spoil the moment of actually hearing it played live for the first time by accepting a pale digital substitute. For a track like this, nothing compares to the moment of being there, hearing Matt Berninger walk the line between agony and controlled anguish in the way only he can.

Perhaps The National have moved on in recent years, but when I’ve seen them, it’s sometimes felt like the whole set, the careful ordering of the set-list, has been about putting pieces in holes ready for the final denouement that is Mr November. It has always been a pay-off worthy of the set-up.