“I’m not a dork,” Win Butler told Rolling Stone earlier this year. “I’m a fucking rock star.” The jury is still out on that one, with half the music obsessives we know lining up to saint the towering frontman and his fantastical, shamelessly dramatic art-rock battalion, and the other half coming down firmly on the "dork" side of things, or worse. No haters at this trio of supergigs, though—just several arenas' worth of disciples, likely dressed in "formal attire or costume," according to the band's stated wishes, and swooning in time to old favorites and sleek, dance-friendly cuts from last year's James Murphy–assisted Reflektor.
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