When Arcade Fire won Best Album at The Grammy's this year, my Twitter feed went nuts. I bet yours did too. Of course, there was a touch of irony. Most of my musichead friends (myself included) bend over backwards to point out how little value there is in one of those shiny little gramophone statues. So why did it suddenly mean so much to us? I think it's because for once, the geeks had won. In 2004 Funeral exploded into the indie-stratosphere with towering choruses from a group of violin playing, art loving, SP 65 sunblock wearing geeks. That's not the kind of band that wins a Grammy. That's the kind of band that gets beat up for their lunch money.
So Tuesday night at 9 Central, let's pile into the wayback machine and revisit Arcade Fire's debut album. Listen and tweet along with the hashtag #albumclub. I'll bring the sunblock.
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