Rest in peace. Here it's 10:00 in the morning and it's the middle of the night in Montreal, so they're surely sleeping. I don't intend to think about an obituary because what the Arcade Fire wrote as a booklet for their album is enough for me. And I smile. Funeral is a paradox. It should express absence, loss, discouragement. Instead, it sounds so euphoric and life-affirming that it's impossible not to have your ears sucked in by the "alien" voice of frontman Win Butler and that of his wife Régine Chassagne, who seems to have swapped her trachea for Bjork's. In the last song – In the backseat – she really sounds like Bjork; because of this, I discovered that Win has a wife, that his wife plays with him, that her name is Régine, and the rest. In short, "all we can do is cry" would be an incorrect comment for an album that has undergone a transfusion of Talking Heads, though light and not very cerebral, and an explosive injection of Pixies.
Funeral manages to divinely blend orchestral movements with offbeat pulses; melancholic and experimental beginnings that wink at Wilco, then suddenly burst into post-punk tailspins that surge directly onto the beds of Pretty Girls Make Graves. There is a song that could be the epitaph of this multi-instrumental birth: Crown of love. It begins with a languid melody highlighted by the steady beat of a piano in which Win's voice tells of love's woes, only to suddenly pivot to disco rhythms that grab the song by the throat and lift it up. This is not a debut, but a record very close to the word end. Like the debut of Fiery Furnaces, after all.
This debut by Arcade Fire is a great little album, filled as it is with intensity, emotions, and at least a handful of memorable songs.
The ensemble ultimately remains not very dispersive and well-calibrated.
"It’s exciting how music can be strange and contradictory. The environment is less tense, life is the same, but I feel some strings in my body occasionally emitting signs of life."
"Recommended for: all those looking for a home within some good medicine that doesn’t harm and have their inner strings completely out of tune."
"Songs that take you by the hand in the critical moment of crying, of despair, and guide you into the phase where you think 'Okay, let’s roll up our sleeves and try to make sense of this life.'"
"A record that literally made even David Bowie fall in love with this family band."
The music is sad but played in a cheerful way so that everything seems spontaneous.
Funeral is an album worthy of careful analysis, being the first album by the Canadian Indie Rock group Arcade Fire.