'Neighbourhood #3 (Power Out)' is awesome; awe inspiring in its ability to be driving yet somehow soothing, intimate yet grandiose, catchy yet utterly unique. It's that thudding kick drum, the deranged scream melding with the lead-guitar bassline, the fact that in four minutes, it stops and starts like a beautiful old motorcar and sounds totally now. But timeless. Naturally.

Singer Win offers strangely affecting gothic lyrics "Ice has covered up my parents / hands don't have any dreams don't have any plans / Growin' up in some strange storm / nobody's cold, nobody's warm," and, as we wrap ourselves up warm by the fire, with the warm glow of the Arcade Fire in front of us, be safe in the knowledge that they're a proper band. An important band.