The Arcade Fire Get Serious  A singular talent for grandiose,
unintentional comedy, sadly dampened by The Suburbs  The Arcade
Fire Get Serious Kim Erlandsen Régine Chassagne serenading The
Kids  I wish the new Arcade Fire record were funnier. The
Canadian arena-rockers (yes, arena-rockers! Two shows at Madison
Square Garden this week! We did it, Internet!) may lack actual
jokes, but they're rich in unintentional hilarity—the absurd
grandiosity of watching frontman Win Butler howl, "Working for
the church while your family dies!" on Saturday Night Live in
2007 before peevishly smashing his guitar (his acoustic guitar!)
onstage. Hysterical. "Dick in a Box" just can't compare. You
can't help but love them for it: the apocalyptic overemoting,
the swooning strings, the Springsteenian thrall, the pulverizing
marching-band cacophony, the en masse quasi-militaristic
bellowing that made past highlights like "No Cars Go" or "Wake
Up" (which used to blare over the PA at the onset of every U2
concert, if that tells you a