When Arcade Fire’s Funeral came out in 2004, it took me several listens to appreciate it and several more to love it. I never had the same adoration for Neon Bible, but the final track on that album made my body a cage for three years as I waited for the Montreal based band’s next effort. The Suburbs has blown me away.
I immediately liked the sound of a lot of the songs, but it wasn’t until I sat in isolated contemplation with the lyrics that I fully grasped the masterpiece of this story of the suburban war. Continue reading