It takes a certain special kind of band to drag me out on a weeknight. The Arcade Fire is just such a band.

Wednesday night I attended their packed show at Bottom of the Hill, and if I hadn’t had to move to the back due to my oldness and impending deafness, their performance would have been pretty revelatory. Mechanical reindeer? Check. Upright bass? Check. Violin and accordion? Check. Anthemic group vocals? Check. Two guys wearing crash helmets and beating on anything handy with drumsticks? Check indeedy.

All of this is why I want to make darn sure I get tickets for their newly added third show at Great American Music Hall next month, since the other two days are already sold out.

Trust me when I tell you to do the same.