My friend Di and I were lucky enough to score tickets for the unreal Arcade Fire show last night at the Pacific Coliseum. We may have had fold-up, makeshift seats located in the penalty box, but we loved every minute of the night, nonetheless. And as it turned out, we didn’t spend much time sitting in our seats anyway.
After a show like this, it’s so hard to write a review because it’s truly impossible to capture the experience with a few words.
The enthusiasm shown by each member of Arcade Fire as they ruthlessly bashed their instruments was amazing and created an absolutely incredible sound. From the moment they took the stage, until a triumphant finish 90 minutes later, you were hard-pressed to find an audience member who wasn’t dancing or singing along. An Arcade Fire show indeed lives up to the hype.
One of the things that makes this band special is their ability to balance their huge presence with a haunting intimacy. Their performance offered a revelatory, cathartic, larger-than-life rock experience with a very human, democratic touch. That’s not easy to pull off.
Win Butler, the band’s frontman, seemed delighted to be in Vancouver, thanking the audience profusely and mentioning that a dollar from every ticket had gone to KANPE, an organization aiming to help put an end to poverty in Haiti.
After exploding onto the world stage, then fighting to keep their identity and dignity intact, Arcade Fire has attained an exciting maturity, and unpretentious mastery of their craft. In a word, they are brilliant.
Personal highlight of the night: Hearing No Cars Go, as it’s a song that holds very special meaning to my heart.
On a final note: I want a tambourine with shiny streamers on it.