Arcade Fireplace’s USP is a type of neurotic ecstasy: every thing’s horrible (particularly the web), let’s dance. Their muscular opening quantity, Age of Anxiousness I, is proof of idea. Win Butler plunges into the group whereas Régine Chassagne rakes the room with handheld inexperienced lasers and merrily chants: “Anxiousness!” Above them, on the backcloth, a large purple eye surveys the motion. It’s a reference to Yevgeny Zamyatin’s We, the Twenties dystopian novel that impressed the title and theme of their new album.
Arcade Fireplace have been banging the technosceptic drum for years (their 2007 tune Black Mirror predated the TV present) but when they speak quite a bit in regards to the important significance of human connection in a digital period, then in addition they stroll the stroll. The stage is a throng of our bodies leaping from instrument to instrument. There’s three of every thing – guitars, keyboards, drum kits – to not point out the occasional double bass, accordion and keytar. It’s just like the absolutely expanded Speaking Heads lineup on the finish of Cease Making Sense, however for the complete two hours, and louder.
The grand reopening of the refurbished Koko in London after a three-year silence is a comeback for the band, too. Like U2’s Pop 20 years earlier, 2017’s dance-pop symposium Every little thing Now was a bridge too far, met by muted opinions and stuttering ticket gross sales. The far superior We has been seen as a course correction again in direction of apocalyptic rock however it’s much less a retreat than a merger. The electro-disco throb and whoosh of Age of Anxiousness II (Rabbit Gap) slides neatly between Reflektor and Creature Consolation in a body-moving sequence that's each bit as thrilling as early anthems Wake Up and Rebel (Lies). Like the brand new album, the setlist ties collectively each part of their profession and grants coherence to what has typically gave the impression of an identification disaster.
Arcade Fireplace could also be working with out the hi-tech shenanigans of their area exhibits however they nonetheless have Chassagne, who's a human particular impact and an inexhaustible engine of pleasure, whether or not she’s pounding the drums, busting out a dance routine with orange luminescent wrist bands or triggering a belt that radiates a skirt of purple lasers. Greater than ever, it feels as if Robyn has fashioned a band with Jonathan Franzen.
Butler’s fixed striving for a transcendence that's simply out of attain might be what provides Arcade Fireplace their electrifying urgency however there's a superb line between inspiring the group to give up to the second and sounding like an exasperated dad who needs that his children would flip off their telephones for one goddam minute. Earlier than the gospel-like My Physique Is a Cage, a uncommon pause for breath, he asks 3 times for silence. “I’m not attempting to be an asshole,” he says quasi-apologetically. “I simply assume it could be stunning if no one talked.” He’s not fallacious although. It's. Arcade Fireplace work onerous to make you are feeling that, proper right here, proper now, you might be experiencing one thing unrepeatably great.
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