| Ever since Dr. Awesome dropped off an
Arcade Fire CD into my studio months ago with one of his highest
recommendations ever, I've been hooked on Arcade Fire. An
intense band with a heart wrenching CD full of vigor and amazing
craft, I've been anticipating seeing these folks for quite some
time. |
Wisdom from Beerland's Rachelle:
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Why do hipsters fare so poorly at karate?
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They can't get past the white belt.
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As the opening bands wound down with hardly a whimper, the
anticipation for the show built up as instruments upon instruments
were set up onstage. Soon, Stubbs was awash in the energy and
excitement of the Arcade Fire. I was pretty blown away by the
sound they were able to produce live, while it hung close to its
recorded version, it possessed a lively energy only reinforced by
the nine band members jumping around on stage, crashing cymbals,
switching instruments and harassing each other. The music seemed to
be cathartic to the band, and enlivening to the crowd.
Stubbs turned into a frenzy as the band launched some of their
more popular anthems. Songs of the death of relatives, lost
friends and remorse didn't inhibit anyone in the crowd from yelling
along and matching the mood set forth by the intrepid squad from
Montreal.
I don't know if Arcade Fire will ever put together an album as
strong and heartfelt and intense as Funeral, but this is one piece
of art that will live on longer than any piece of bubble gum trash
you've heard on the radio in the past three decades. |
