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They may look like the lobotomy T-Birds, but not since Arcade Fire has a band been so immensely human. This song is about a woman called Geraldine, a social worker who apparently gave up her job to follow the band about, officially to flog their merch but, you suspect, also to offer professional support to James Allan and his ever-quaking heart. Imagine ‘Total Eclipse Of The Heart’ written by a pisshead with a dead dog and you’re close to the patchwork of tragedy from which this beautiful song is wrought. Drown yourself in this wave of reverb and earnestness, it’s your best option.
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