The Arcade Fire
Funeral

THE REVIEW

In the midst of this summer air, nothing feels right. My head is confused, the environment around is deafening, and I don't feel well at all, better go see the doctor.
"Excuse me... during this time I need something genuine and interesting"
Here's what was prescribed to me without any doubt: "The Arcade Fire - Funeral"... bizarre name for a medication, I think. Composition: Violin, Harp, Bass, Cello, Xylophones, and related instruments.
Unfortunately, when I got home, I swallowed those ten black pearls all at once without reading the contraindications! Oops.
They aren't hallucinogens, they aren't aspirin, but I feel better as the effect of the first pearl "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)" starts roaming in my head with an engaging voice, an interesting drum, and a combination of pop wave sounds that will represent all of my mental delirium.

The environment around seems less dull, and the delirious effect continues to rise with the spectacular "Crown of Love" that decides to grind my mind with its "If you still want me, please forgive me, because the spark is not within me" which almost seems like a delightful lullaby that pushes me to follow the rhythm with a "Na na naaa..." that almost feels poetic.
Brrr... chills rise and this "medicine" decides to give me no respite, continues to destroy me with "Neighborhood #2" and its beginning that manages to remind me of any traditional dance in a small town lost among the hills mixed with a very, very determined voice that lets itself be carried away by this aggressive-repressed melody. My body lets itself float through "Une Annee Sans Lumiere", "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" and "Haiti" to be delighted with "Wake Up" as dessert, as a good delirium demands.
Dessert made of a slow trailing melody where the light and static rhythm is guided by the ensemble of products used to create these pills (instruments galore!) and a nice guitar followed by choruses that fill everything.
I look around, I found something really interesting.

Reflecting on it, it's not a cheerful album, not at all. Yet it makes me feel good, and for a pack of medicine, that's not bad. I feel bad, I'm prescribed treatments based on light melancholy and I feel good.
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. It's not a little.
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.

I only have two questions left: "Who needs help more, me or the doctor...?"
... "And what if the doctor actually spends his free time as a pusher..?"
I'm not looking for answers, I'll keep the doctor.