The Suburbs

“Our heads are just houses, without enough windows,” trills Régine Chassagne aboard the grand, orchestral sweep of “Half Light I”. It’s a line that typifies the poetic cynicism—and evocative suburban imagery—of Arcade Fire’s expansive third record. Dripping conflicted nostalgia (“Rococo”), adventurous thematic echoes (“The Suburbs” and “Suburban War”) and throbbing, piano-driven grandeur (“We Used To Wait”), The Suburbs both despairs and idealises, cultivating a masterpiece from disenchantment with the information age.