The Arcade Fire’s new CD was released this week, and Neon Bible is, to my mind, better than Funeral.

I got my hands on an advanced release a couple of weeks ago, and the new disc smoulders with tension and anxiety, is layered with textures of sound.

Last night I walked into the Virgin store in San Francisco, and Black Mirror was playing on the store’s internal system. Being in the store made me nostalgic for the old Virgin store in Vancouver, and hearing the Arcade Fire made me proud to be Canadian.

I always become a more devoted patriot when I’m outside my country’s borders.

So I woke up with Black Mirror in my head. It doesn’t fit with the crisp, sunny spring in San Francisco this morning, but it’s an incongruity I’m willing to live with.