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Arcade Fire - 'We Used To Wait'

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Fraser McAlpine | 12:22 UK time, Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Arcade Fire

It starts and ends with a chattering piano. Pounding away in martial half-beats like Elton John's car alarm.

Someone in Arcade Fire - let's face it, the piano player - is going to wind up with carpal tunnel syndrome playing this every night. They only really get a break about three-quarters of the way through and even then, there are still some feeble stabs every now and then, like the poor agonised pianist is trying, and failing, to raise their swollen claws to the keyboard while the band play on, uncaring and oblivious.

And if that all sounds very dramatic, well it's that kind of song. A gritted-teeth sort of a thing, a marking of diminishment, of the decline in the quality of life since we all stopped writing proper real paper letters to each other. It also takes the form of a list of the normal things you take for granted until you can no longer do them, and then you'd give anything to still be able to.

Scouting For Girls singing about the evils of reality TV, it is not.

(No video, sorry.)

Now, cards on the table, while I am a fan of lots of people who make music which is entirely serious and mostly devoid of sex or fun - *waves at Radiohead* - Arcade Fire have never done it for me. I want them to, they won't. You can draw your own conclusions about what that says about them or me, but the fact remains that while they make music which makes a lot of people lose their cool completely, they just leave me cold. I say this having seen the 91Èȱ¬ Music album review, which is VERY POSITIVE INDEED.

Well, phooey. It's no act of cultural bravery to say you don't enjoy something other people do - even if it is JLS - and there's no glee to rubbishing something which is clearly Of Quality. But c'mon, I can't be the only person with ears who finds this to be, well, a load of maudlin silliness, can I?

Yes, it has a lot to recommend it. In fact, here are some examples:

The bit where Win Butler sings "how something so small could keep you alive" about GETTING A LETTER IN THE POST.
The way the band play like religious zealots, and you can HEAR that they do.
The reverberated whiplash crack.
The way it pulls at your attention, via the medium of wilful disregard for the normal conventions of rhythm and bar length.
That undefined woozy, ghostly whoosh noise you can sort of half-hear, pitched somewhere between a bowed saw, a pedal steel and a flute.
The way it builds from something small and sad to something huge and furious...about GETTING A LETTER IN THE POST.

But - and this is the acid test - I find I'm a happier, more productive, better person when it is taken out of the CD player and put in a drawer. So that is that.

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(Fraser McAlpine)

"A song about innocence lost, and uncertainty in the face of rapid change."

"It's bloody Arcade Fire and this is incredibly polished Indie radio rock."

"Arcade Fire didn't let you down. As a matter of fact they took the bar and set it higher."

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