The opening title track to Arcade Fire's opus is a dusty, nervous wreck of Neil Young-esque negative nostalgia, with every repetition of the "Sometimes I can't believe it / I'm moving past the feeling" seems to sink deeper into itself.
Here, Mr. Little Jeans gives it the Zero 7 treatment, makes it nice and cold and detached, with the almost Stepford sedation of the vocal matching the humming, distorted strings of the backing tracks. It trads in nervousness about growing up for dismay at having settled. It's different yet close.
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