Getty Every night, at early Arcade Fire club shows, there would be blood. “Every show I would bleed,” says tousle-haired multi-instrumentalist Richard Reed Parry, one of the chief agitators of the Montreal collective’s famed onstage art riot: eight players crammed onto tiny stages, throwing themselves around in an instrument-swapping fervour, tossing drums in the air or marching out through the crowd for a kerbside encore.