October 20th, 2007 | music
This is interesting. I don’t have a whole hell of a lot of time for Springsteen beyond the social perspective he has on his work (and, like most American classic rockers, it is “work,” it assumes “authenticity,” the term “blue-collar” gets tossed around, sweat must be squeezed out). “Keep The Car Running” was head-and-shoulders the best piece of (and the only sign of rhythmic life in) the last Arcade Fire album, and their recent polite cover of the Clash’s “Guns Of Brixton” created a sort of recursive swirling black hole of fakedom. Win Butler in particular is showing worrying signs of turning into Celine Dion in drag.
Now watch the video. (If you can cope with the guy with the camera apparently spontaneously shooting his load when the band start up.) Watch Springsteen moving in and out, giving them the stage. Watch Regine just come alive about a minute in. See Win watching Springsteen working for a living and loosening up just a little bit. And at 2.30 they all look at each other and laugh out loud.