5 years ago, The Arcade Fire's Funeral was the ubiquitous, crystalline centerpiece of indie-pop perfection, and I was a jerk.
I was shit-talking with
a friend of mine back in Sad Bastard College, and harping on the infantile "C'mon Alex! You can do it! / C'mon Alex! There's nothing to it!" in
"Neighborhood #2 (Laika)", refusing to admit that the
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You're right to criticize me for not getting to the point -- I certainly take forever to do it ;)
But no: Hospice belongs in the smallest of bins, among the precious few things that need only be felt once to have them represent an impossibly bright, crystalline experience. If not for a couple of independently accessible songs, I'd probably only listen to it a few times a year.
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Also, I can empathize on both the loquacious and the too-many-dead-blogs fronts.
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