And not just in indie. Released this week, Coldplays Mylo Xyloto (also see Florence + The Machine, Lady Gaga) is the groups biggest, brightest, largest-swelling album yet, just as optimistic in tone as its lyrics are complimentary and superficial. Meanwhile, once the biggest, loudest, hardest chest-beaters of the indie-rock scene (just watch them playing Wake Up in what appears to be a closet in 2003), Arcade Fire actually crossed over by virtue of their sweaty performances, winning a Grammy for The Suburbs. The band now plays amphitheatres and 5,000+ venues exclusively.
And here we have a record from M83 Anthony Gonzalez being the key conspirator the acts sixth full-length, that outdoes the Brits for lyrical meaning and the quasi-Canucks for glittery, bubbly synth-rock. Not that Arcade Fire have exclusively aimed for that type of sound, but if Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) and Half Light II (No Celebration) from The Suburbs are any indication, then they could well be heading in that direction with LP No. 4.
Much like fellow 80s synth enthusiasts Bon Iver and Washed Out, Hurry Up We're Dreaming deals in easily accessible abstracts, allowing Gonzalez the luxury of expressing oft-expressed sentiments using his own diction. Its not exactly difficult to tell what he means when the lines Rules of conformity, heavy clouds of reason / Theyre hiding the beauty of your free distortions, show up in a song called New Map, which is most definitely the point. No need to extrapolate on what are basically inherent truths to your listeners.
The most shocking thing for me here was that the album a staggering, 22-song, two-disc set just shy of 80 minutes managed to avoid seeming overlong. I suspect Gonzalezs well-listened ear and the range in instrumentation and musicians (38 are credited, plus two full choruses) are the reason why, as he uses the enormity of resources to borrow already well-established sounds from track to track.
Reunion, for instance, undercuts a Cut Copy jungle scene with a choppy guitar riff youd expect from The Edge. Almost comically huge Phil Collins drum fills hook the listener into Claudia Lewis (they dont sound comical here, however nothing does, not even that blaring, incredible Midnight City sax solo) and the album is just stuffed full of catchy electronic melodies. Cant ever go wrong with those.
He also does well to vary his and others vocals here, whether thats singing (or doing spoken-work) in French, changing the timbre or pitch, even mid-song.
Its a dizzying epic of an disc, but its attitude and key theme are linked, running strong throughout the 22 tracks and even the artwork and title. Hurry Up, Were Dreaming is about accepting the invitation to explore a new world, and Gonzalez communicates that by filling a huge, sci-fi cinema soundtrack with plenty of voices (most notably Nika Danilovas, of Zola Jesus, whose full-throated voice absolutely stuns on Intro) all singing about hope and adventure. Its gorgeous and foreign (a few tracks are in French), but universally accessible. Everybody dreams, after all.
Hurry Ups only serious flaw is that the majority of the record seems more like a soundtrack that an actual film. Theres only a sense of adventure communicated amid all the bigness here, not an actual adventure. Its as if Arcade Fires had struck all the stuff about Alexander and the neighbors from Funeral. I realize the word dreaming is in the title, but Ive always been mistrustful of dreamers.
This is the album Gonzalez was born to record, however. The cheeky, nu-hipster Breakfast Club look and feel of Saturdays = Youth is a thing of the past, replaced by the sky-flying sci-fi of Before the Dawn Heals Us, soaring through a miles-wide expanse. All thats left is to sit back and let it guide you through its new world.