Afterlife, oh my God, what an awful word/ After all the breath and the dirt and the fires that burn/ And after all this time, and after all the ambulances go /And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on to the dead lights/ Of the afterglow/I’ve gotta know/Can we work it out?
from Afterlife lyrics by Arcade Fire
Should Reflektor truly walk like an Achtung Baby, “Afterlife,” with disco DNA and trademark AF militant choral rhetorical yearns of filling the space that love occupies after death is giving “One” a run for its cathartic money, Butler-Régine ‘carrying each other’, then strutting, over Bono tears.
