All the advance press on The Arcade Fire's second record had me expecting greater experimentation than their first outing, Funeral. So at first listen, I was underwhelmed. I was driving, so I kept on listening. Turns out, it does indeed rock, even without any power chords.
The first record was, I thought, all about the Pixies. While that's not gone, it's now mixed in Springsteen and a hint of Pogues, but at the end of the day they've got their own sound, progressively layering and delayering horns, organs, accordions, what have you, while keeping a driving beat.
They're downright cinematic. At their best, each song is a short film.
They should make some money on this, particularly if they can get both the vaunted 18-34 demographic to snap it up as well as oldsters like me.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Neon Bible
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