It seems that absolutely everything that Win and Co. lay their hands on turns into pure musical gold. It doesn't matter if it sounds how Arcade Fire 'should' sound. The simple fact remains: 'The Suburbs' is a flawless album.
The Suburbs is a giant leap forward in songcraft.
If nostalgia is just pain recalled, repaired, and resold, then The Suburbs is its sales manual.
The prevailing tone of The Suburbs is of a more reflective, nostalgic bent – as if rumination upon the past might indeed offer a valid refuge from the uncertainties and worries of the present.
The idea behind The Suburbs is simple, if not universal. It’s about aging. Of course it’s deeper than that, but if you were to summarize all the underlying emotions and just cut right to the chase, it’s really about coming to grips with the full package that is growing up.
‘The Suburbs’ is an astonishing achievement for Arcade Fire; it boasts exquisite sophisticated songwriting that subtly taps into a sense of modern existential anxiety and elevates its makers yet again into a different musical league entirely.
Arcade Fire, because they’re really this damn good, are among the very few indie bands that could attempt a 65-minute album about the philosophical quandaries of the suburbs and pull it off completely.
There’s no shortage of the group’s usual flag-waving stadium rock ... but this time around, they are balanced out by hushed, pensive ballads.
At 60-plus minutes, Suburbs could use an edit, but it seems churlish to begrudge them a little indulgence when there is so much here to savor.
Butler and company imbue The Suburbs with such a strong sense of place and mood that it builds in impact throughout.
Scanning in at 16-tracks and bookended by tantalising tasters from the title track, 'The Suburbs' is a beautifully crafted and judged record.
Taking their perennial themes of loss, fear, control and time they’ve re-woven their epic art rock around their fascinating suburban theme that literally lies on our own doorstep.
Another triumph of emotional generosity from the most humane and vital rock group of our generation.
Trying to put The Suburbs in historical context at this stage is difficult, but it evokes Sonic Youth's Daydream Nation in its evocation of political discontent coupled with sheer white noise outbursts.
Arcade Fire have never been a band shy of tackling big themes. Their momentous debut album Funeral addressed death, somehow making it seem invigorating and inspiring, as well as tragic, epic and heartrending, while 2007's Neon Bible melded religion and natural disasters (the tsunami, the New Orleans floods) in a portentous, unsettling blend of pomp and darkness.
They’ve spent most of the decade shouting to be heard, but now they are content to let the music and the message flower and take root. You might think they are just tired, but their nervous energy survives intact.
The Suburbs burns on behalf of the belief that modern culture is missing its heart — and to give up the search is to send one’s soul to oblivion.
The Suburbs is perhaps the most coherent schizophrenic you will ever meet, for though the guidance offered in its songs may be contradictory, the subject matter is never under discussion.
At 16 tracks, this dense, complicated set covers considerably more stylistic territory than either of the band's previous albums.
It's a satisfying return to form-- proof that Arcade Fire can still make grand statements without sounding like they're carrying the weight of the world.
The Suburbs is that composed, mature culmination in forlorn adulthood (acceptance). It’s a staid achievement—a soundtrack to unwillingly letting go of the unsustainable, both figurative and literal.
Swelling at 16 songs and an hour-plus runtime, it’s Arcade Fire’s most ambitious and concept-driven effort to date.
Those in search of arms-aloft anthems will leave feeling short-changed; the rest of us will agree that, in the case of The Suburbs, less is more.
Finishing with the archly titled Sprawl I and Sprawl II, which drip with childhood nostalgia, there's just time for a poignant a cappella reworking of the title track before they drift back to the city again. Very big and very clever.
For all their mainstream commercial appeal ... you can’t take the “art” out of these art-rockers.
On Arcade Fire's latest album, they take the most ambitious and immediate elements of their previous albums, and feed them into americana-style songwriting.
If there is one thing that separates the Arcade Fire from their contemporaries, it’s their ability to expose a human’s beating heart and hold it up undaunted.
The Suburbs offers plenty of the dense and stately keyboard-heavy pop that fans of the band have come to expect, with some much-appreciated frothier moments, but a melancholy theme of reluctant adulthood, or resistance to change, runs through even the more lightweight numbers.
For all its intimations of rootless drift, The Suburbs finds Arcade Fire back home, and so much happier for it.
If Funeral was organic, and Neon Bible was force-fed, The Suburbs makes do with being merely delicious. (And a little wistful, wounded, and wise.)
There's something charming about the way an album about growing up in the suburban 80s gradually starts to resemble a chart rundown from 1983.
The Suburbs is a prize-winning, finely tuned botanical garden, and Butler has every right to say whatever he pleases to his trespassers.
Arcade Fire’s seven members resemble an archetypal family. They grew up — on record, anyway — in the bittersweet nostalgia of small neighborhoods, remembering the bedrooms of their parents and the bedrooms of their friends; moved on to the bright lights of histrionic cities, trying to avoid it when the planes hit the ground; and now, migrated to the suburbs. (Where else does one go after producing Neon Bible, one of the decade’s more somber statements on existence?) But far from a comforting escape from all that came before, Arcade Fire’s suburbia is a lot like Cheever’s: menacing, shadowing the depression of lost innocence and the paranoia of adulthood behind a pretty white picket fence.
A few nights ago, I decided that it would be a brilliant idea to write my review of Arcade Fire’s third album in real time. I would allot myself its not inconsiderable running length to bash out this article, whilst also, crucially, knocking back a finger of beer for each mention of “the kids” or “the suburbs” in Win Butler’s lyrics.
At 16 songs, The Suburbs could have been compressed into a focused, stinging album, but as it stands, the band’s tendency to dip into art-school pretentiousness and tired lyrical clichés drags the whole ship down.
The Suburbs is one last attempt to understand what it means to be an adult in the face of the unavoidable future of settling down and becoming your parents.
Last year’s war of words between the Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne and Arcade Fire front man Win Butler was, at the time, an enjoyable diversion. Although Coyne’s comments (about what he perceived as arrogance in Butler’s crew) seemed somewhat impolite and petty, the flare-up between the two acts injected some energy and fun into a modern rock scene that is too often stuffy and image-conscious. Butler responded, Coyne apologized then retracted his apology, and finally the whole affair died down. Both bands continued to sell records and make money.
Suburbia at its finest. "The Suburbs" is another evolution for arcade fire, in the sense that this is their most cohesive album yet. The premise is simple, it's about life in the suburbs. The band members spend the time on the album talking about the trials and tribulations of living in those places and how it affected them in the long run. I love this concept because of how unique it is, but I also love how Arcade Fire handled it. The songs themselves are the usual for the band, ... read more
I slipped on ice and fell halfway through this album. It really enhanced the experience.
"The Suburbs" is the third studio album by the Canadian indie rock band Arcade Fire, released in August 2010. The album explores themes of suburban life, nostalgia, and the passage of time, capturing the complexities and contradictions of suburban existence.
Musically, "The Suburbs" incorporates elements of indie rock, art rock, and post-punk revival, showcasing Arcade Fire's signature anthemic sound and intricate songwriting. The album features a diverse range of ... read more
1 | The Suburbs 5:15 | 96 |
2 | Ready to Start 4:15 | 93 |
3 | Modern Man 4:39 | 88 |
4 | Rococo 3:56 | 84 |
5 | Empty Room 2:51 | 87 |
6 | City With No Children 3:11 | 83 |
7 | Half Light I 4:13 | 86 |
8 | Half Light II (No Celebration) 4:27 | 86 |
9 | Suburban War 4:45 | 91 |
10 | Month of May 3:50 | 83 |
11 | Wasted Hours 3:20 | 84 |
12 | Deep Blue 4:28 | 87 |
13 | We Used to Wait 5:01 | 88 |
14 | Sprawl I (Flatland) 2:54 | 82 |
15 | Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) 5:25 | 95 |
16 | The Suburbs (Continued) 1:27 | 85 |
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