songbook: neighborhood #3 (power out)

In M|H’s weekend feature, songbook, I’ll be looking at some of my favorite songs. Some I haven’t listened to in years, some I keep in regular rotation, but all having in some way informed my life, my taste, and and how I view music.

Arcade Fire – Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)

I was at a show last night at the Majestic and the between-bands music was Arcade Fire’s stunning debut, Funeral. Arcade Fire has consistently released great material, but there’s always something special about the first time you get to know a band. The first time I heard Funeral in its entirety was at a super-girly sleepover party comprising mostly music nerds. That night my friend Meara taught me two very important things: boxed red wine tastes better cold and Arcade Fire was something special. I love the whole album, but from the very first listen “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)” has been my jam. When it came on last night I couldn’t contain myself, I was dancing despite everyone else standing still. Suckers. I could do an entire series on Arcade Fire songs I love (and maybe I will), but for today I invite you to find the light with Funeral and “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)” all over again.

now the music divides us into tribes

Broken dreams, faded exteriors, and lost love abound on Arcade Fire’s latest release, The Suburbs. As a melancholic romantic, I should be much more into this album at first listen than I am. While there’s some knockout lyrical imagery and beautiful executions of theme, The Suburbs doesn’t have the immediate draw of past efforts Neon Bible and Funeral.

Title track “The Suburbs” kicks off the album, a thesis statement of former glory. A meandering, moody guitar slides through the song, slightly off, like a photograph showing the wear and age of time gone by. The 80s gloom-and-boom of “Ready to Start” is just dying to score the works of Bret Easton Ellis, and the sentiment is turned on its ear for the deceptively happy synthesizer and abandoned shopping malls giving “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)” its subtitular name.

While “We Used to Wait” deserves an honorable mention, the only track to really wow me straight off is “Suburban War“. Though simple, there’s something ultimately real about the lyrics that chronicle growing up and bottoming out:

And now the music divides

Us into tribes

You grew your hair so I grew mine

They said the past won’t rest

Until we jump the fence and leave it behind

And my old friends, I can remember when

You cut your hair

We never saw you again

Now the cities we live in

Could be distant stars

And I search for you

In every passing car

“Suburban War” is the first and only song on the album to give me a visceral reaction, poking at the place in my gut where loss and nostalgia reside.

The Suburbs lacks the glory that tracks like “No Cars Go” lend their other releases, but like the suburbs and small towns of our youth it takes time and exploration to unearth the hidden gems and grow affinity for the less glamorous and exciting places we find ourselves in.

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The Suburbs dropped 08.03.10.
For more info, visit www.arcadefire.com.