The tragedy of the new Arcade Fire album is that it is honestly quite okay. And it is the bleakest, most indifferent 'quite okay' I can think of. Pink Elephant is the kind of record you make when you feel like you have composed forty minutes of music. It is not the kind of record you make when you have something to say.
So how did we get here? Because it all started with a bang, back in 2004, and the bang was so loud that the reverberations are still audible. Fickle fans be damned; Funeral is one of ten greatest albums the world has seen this century. From there, we got Neon Bible which saw them eschew a little bit of their charisma in favour of a few Springsteen-like anthems. Still, a great album. The Suburbs was magnificent; a double album that was Arcade Fire at their most sprawling and expansive, with the rather anaemic "Wasted Hours" being its only piece of filler. Reflektor was messy and unwieldy but the ambition and the songwriting pulled it through.
For all its patchy brilliance, Reflektor spelled trouble. There was a sense that Win Butler and company got a little too high on public and critical adoration and proclaimed themselves invincible. Well, they were not, hence the aftermath of Everything Now. I would still say it was not a worthless album, and I thought "Put Your Money On Me" and "We Don't Deserve Love" were excellent and I even had time for the clumsy little pop number "Peter Pan", but Christ what a career suicide it was. Everything Now was an artistic disaster, and most of the songs ended up being both banal and overwrought. Clearly the band got lost, and tried to fix the universal dismissal, if not downright hate, by releasing the consolatory WE that saw them go back to the roots with semi-successful results. "The Lightning", for instance, was great, but it is also an album that I never feel like going back to. Because I had heard it all before - and better.
And so now, more than 20 years after Funeral, we are treated to Pink Elephant, that bloodlessly decent indie rock album that back in 2004 would have sounded like a nightmare or a bad joke. The problem is that there is no ambition to it, no sense of urgency or purpose. While Everything Now was clearly a failure, at the very least it was an ambitious failure. Pink Elephant is... just there. That said, other than the clunky "Alien Nation", there is nothing to actively dislike about the album. "Circle Of Trust" is catchy (if overlong), the title song features a decent (if terribly diluted) melody and "Year Of The Snake" is a powerful mood piece (by far the best thing on the album). Perhaps Arcade Fire just need to be ambitious, loud and anthemic to succeed. Without any of those qualities, the pink on the cover looks like a small drop of blood dissolved in big tank of water.
And I do not even want to talk about the sex scandal that Win Butler was involved in (and which, quite annoyingly, made many people revise history and say Funeral and The Suburbs were not all that good to begin with). All I'm talking about here is creativity and artistic merit, which are in such short supply by this point that I do not see them digging themselves out of this hole. Really, the tragedy of Arcade Fire is that it feels like they will not make a great album ever again.