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Even if you’re happy to concede that David Bowie in Berlin represents a pinnacle seldom replicated across the sprawling history of popular music, it’s hard not to want to punch the Thin White Duke in his thin white face every time he shoots off his famous mouth about the majesty of Arcade Fire. This was David Bowie on his web site about Funeral, the band’s 2005 debut release on Merge: “You must, simply must, buy it now, today, pronto. Quite the most beautiful, moving and passionate piece of brilliant song-writing and quirky performance I’ve heard in YONKS.” He’s hardly shut up about the band since. The final page of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents America (The Book) contains a cease and desist letter to Sean Penn, on the grounds that, though his heart may be in the right place, everything else about him seems to rub people the wrong way. One wonders if Win Butler has discussed a similar course of action against Mr. Bowie. He should.


To be fair, although Bowie remains the most egregious offender, the problem of effusive praise entirely out of proportion to the more humble contours of the band’s actual contributions is not limited to him alone. The release of the band’s second major release, Neon Bible (2007), occasioned a follow-up rash of blabber. This is a blogger quoted in Sasha Frere-Jones’ adulatory New Yorker profile on the band: “If you are a human being, you owe it to your eternal soul to love the Arcade Fire and see them play live.”

Enthusiasm. Nothing wrong with it. Nothing wrong either with liking things enough to evangelize on their behalf. Wanting people we like to like the same things we do is central to human existence. In validating our own tastes, we validate our own humanity. In linking us to others like us, we establish webs of communication, thereby turning Descartes if not, precisely, on his head, then at least recumbent on his side. Not, “I think therefore I am”; rather, “I communicate therefore I am.” Sharing tastes, convincing others to share them, shows us we do not live alone in a Cartesian vacuum. It allows us the relief of knowing that things external to us afflict others the same way they afflict us—with admiration or awe, with beauty or wonder or urgency. If each of our own past artistic accomplishments allowed us a bully pulpit, maybe we’d use it to champion our favorites also. If not, we’d build our own pulpit and call it a blog. Or, if we had more taste, we would devote ourselves to world conquest, one mix tape at a time, the indie rock Trojan horse.


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Arcade Fire

Neon Bible

(Merge; US: 6 Mar 2007; UK: 5 Mar 2007)

Review [1.Mar.2007]

There are things to like about Arcade Fire. Independent, communal, original: Arcade Fire has returned popular music to its roots—life-affirming yet critical of mainstream popular culture, willing and able to appeal to the masses, but only on its own artistic and economic terms, influenced by past masters yet not derivative of them. By now the band’s claims to indie authenticity have been amply documented. The band retains full artistic and financial control of its recordings through a contract signed with Merge, a small label with impeccable credentials. Its commercial stance is consistent with its indie past. Arcade Fire emerged from Montreal’s Mile End neighborhood, the Anglophone artistic hothouse of an economically depressed city. More artistic collectives are formed here on a Sunday afternoon than anyone reasonably knows what to do with. Partially, in recognition that many of its fans cannot afford the current price of its tickets, the band stages free concerts at uncommon venues. In Montreal, the city of 700 steeples, you sometimes get the sense that Arcade Fire has soundchecked each sanctuary thrice.


The eerie unanimity around the claims made for Arcade Fire’s artistic greatness and the indie pop community’s investment in the band as keepers of the sacred flame may be understood in terms of a cyclical model of popular music. Bowie, Byrne, and Bono each define a moment when popular music was the centrifuge of a broad cultural critique of modern society. All come from eras when popular music was the greatest—some might say only—outlet for voices of working class youth or those defined as “Other” in other ways, by virtue of gender or sexual preference or color or even just general dorkishness. All came along at moments when mass-manufactured industry-developed cultural product was polluting the world. All helped strangle the careers of these pop impostors, and give back to people what was rightly theirs—popular music.


That’s the cycle: periods of popular, regional, organic ferment give way to industry-engineered movements of highly commodified product. Elvis Presley infuriates American industry. Voila Pat Boone. Backed by big industry and all its subsidiary branches—the record store chains, the airwaves, the music media—these simulated artistic moments are not, as anyone who has studied Pat Boone’s hair will understand, always successful. When they are, they endure until some new organic movement manages to speak to an audience tired of the manufactured and ready once again for the authentically popular. Given the intuitiveness of the cyclical theory of popular music, it has always seemed to make good sense to just grit one’s teeth during the periods of Aguilera ascendancy and wait for the Interpol or Bloc Party or Arcade Fire to come along and return pop music to its proper social function. Bowie, Byrne, and Bono point to Arcade Fire as validation that the ground they broke still promises to lead somewhere vital or revolutionary. But in singing the praises of Arcade Fire so loudly and so frequently they actually may do the band a disservice; Arcade Fire can withstand no such degree of scrutiny. Pop music may still travel in revolutions, but not along a fixed course maintaining an even degree of distance from its point of origin. Like a moon intolerant of its gravitation pull, each cycle drifts us further and further from the cycle before it.


What if pop music has no critique left to offer? What if we are back in the authentic cycle and no one in the industry, no one in society, feels in the least bit bothered by the brand of pop music the band wields? What if the industry has just finally learned that organic recording artists emerging from regional scenes are just a better way for it to make money? When is the last time we can point to pop music and say, “There! Something changed”, not just in music, but throughout society because of music? Because of this artist and this record, we as people changed, how we view the planet changed, how we view each other changed? What if this never happens anymore? What if the wheel is still turning, but more in the matter of a rear tire stuck in mud, unable to get forward, unable to find traction in reverse either?


Bowie, Byrne, and Bono tell us Arcade Fire is something new in the history of popular music, something in the old vein of authentic and independent, yet something new for a new time. They have told us this so many times, it’s hard not to feel like we are being sold something. The last time we were subjected to such a concentrated blitz by high-profile public figures the product was the Iraq War and Bono was named Rumsfeld, David Byrne Dick Cheney and, I don’t know, I guess that makes Bowie Condoleeza Rice. Coldplay’s Chris Martin, a Johnny Come Lately to the “I Love Arcade Fire Most” sweepstakes? Scooter Libby. Why were their voices so insistent? Because they knew there were no WMDs. It’s as though three pop stars are trying to oblige us to ignore what anyone with a passing familiarity with pop music knew from the outset: that Arcade Fire emerged as an artistically inferior yet more commercially viable collective in the mold of 1998-era Belle & Sebastian in the same way 2002 Coldplay was 1997 Radiohead with less confrontational sonics and more feel-good politics. When the function of the authentic cycle becomes the same as the manufactured cycle it replaces—making money off one set of kid or making money off another—what does it matter? When none of it aspires to change the world, in a world so desperately in need of change, is attendance at Arcade Fire show a triumphant union of kindred spirits united by beauty and loss? Isn’t it just a group inoculation allowing people to think being down with Arcade Fire is in some way a meaningful act, even though popular music no longer seems capable of anything at all except separating people from their money?


Asking a pop band to change the world through its music is setting the bar so high even Javier Sotomayor might complain. But this was the threat, the promise, the brilliance of North American popular music. It was, in some way, the goal of the scenes from which Bowie, Byrne, and Bono emerged. It’s understandable why they need to feel they’ve left this as a legacy—even though the shrillness of their insistence suggests they know full well they have not.


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