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Review: Arcade Fire Deepen Their Grooves and Confront Our Toxic Culture on Epic LP

Review: Arcade Fire Deepen Their Grooves and Confront Our Toxic Culture on Epic LP
 

On their last LP, Arcade Fire wrestled with an age-old question: How does an earnest rock band reclaim the music’s dance-floor birthright? Reflektor’s answer sprawled over two discs of impressive groove curation – synth-pop, disco, electro, Haitian rara, dub reggae and more – with help from LCD Soundsystem’s James Murphy, a battery of Haitian drummers and even a cameo by the patron saint of rock & roll transformations, David Bowie. The set was ambitious and frequently dazzling. But sonically and thematically, the LP also pulled back on the emphatic intensity that’s defined the band and made it matter, ever since its landmark 2004 debut, Funeral.

More comfortable in their dancing shoes, Arcade Fire have it both ways on Everything Now, zeroing in on our modern malaise while taking inspiration from more concise dance-pop styles. The title track evokes Abba’s earworm laboratory, with dizzying melodic ascents and a curveball pygmy-flute solo by Afropop scion Patrick Bebey. “Signs of Life” conjures Seventies disco funk with horns, hand claps, police sirens and frontman Win Butler’s Bronze Age MC flow, a cross between Blondie’s “Rapture” and “Heart of Glass.” On “Chemistry,” a Jamaican rock-steady groove skanks alongside a Grand Funk Railroad breakdown. The requisite song by Butler’s wingwoman, Régine Chassagne, the dreamy “Electric Blue,” is an unspoken bow to girl-group funk-pop forebears the Tom Tom Club.

Per usual, Butler’s teen-preacher-cum-rock-star persona steers the ship. The punk rant “Infinite Content” and the loping country waltz “Infinite_ Content” are mirror versions of a single song that takes aim at the digital excess of the streaming era: “We’re infinitely content/All your money is already spent,” Butler declares, recalling the dissatisfied Everymen of the Stones’ “Satisfaction” and Bruce Springsteen’s “57 Channels (And Nothin’ On).” On “Creature Comfort,” a New Order-ish interrogation of “the white lie of American prosperity,” kids lust for fame while they battle self-loathing, starving and cutting themselves. It’s treacherous territory, but the band navigates it bravely, especially when it turns the critical lens on itself. When Butler sings, “I’m a liar/Don’t doubt my sincerity,” he conjures no one so much as Bono as “The Fly” circa Achtung Baby – another earnest dance-rock conversion.

Ultimately,Everything Now is about having a cultural banquet on offer and stillfeeling hungry. “A terrible song on the radio, baby/What else is new?”laments Butler on “We Don’t Deserve Love,” a queasy, gorgeous balladthat wonders if the human race has maybe earned its pending extinction. Jury’sout. But Arcade Fire have made a perfect soundtrack for pondering the question. 

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