Knowing Psalm 40 by heart doesn't count.
Which is why I'm sad to report a general apathy at hearing about the release of U2's upcoming album, No Line On the Horizon. Not even a stir of excitement.
Maybe it's the sample track, "Get On Your Boots", which sounds suspiciously similar to "Vertigo". Mostly, it's because How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb was so boring.
Then there was Bono's new column in The New York Times, which was so ridiculous I couldn't tell if it was parody or not. Consider this line:
Glasses clinking clicking, clashing crashing in Gaelic revelry: swinging doors, sweethearts falling in and out of the season’s blessings, family feuds subsumed or resumed.Yikes. Who knew Bono was the forefather of Pitchfork reviews?
I feel bad jumping on the anti-Bono bandwagon, especially since the guy has become a post-modern Mother Theresa. I understand all the good he's doing, and I'm a million times thankful for it. But, sweet fancy Moses, man, give us a break. I'm content with War, Joshua Tree, Zooropa and Pop. Maybe No Line On the Horizon will be pleasantly surprising.
I mean, there's a stark difference between the legacies of The Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Partly, that's due to music. But there's something to be said for The Beatles bowing out gracefully.
Is this just me? Am I a lone, contrarian voice bitching in the wilderness? I know plenty of folks who loved Atomic Bomb, but why? Please...if I'm being a snooty, Andy Rooney-ish crank here, let me know.