The place I grew up was not exactly the suburbs, more like some post-industrial small city out of a Springsteen song. Nonetheless, there’s something about Arcade Fire’s new album that I find affectively striking. This is because the titular “suburbs” are not an actual place—though, sadly, they are also that—but something like the condition of possibility for contemporary North American existence. It is in this sense, I think, that we can speak of the political character of The Suburbs. They have made an album that is not “realist” so much as an encounter with that which enables what we call reality—the feelings, the patterns of thought, the capacities of sense that one cannot avoid encountering.



