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Story on the leaking of the album here.
Downloaded four or five tracks and thought them pretty promising. The most refreshing thing, I think, is that--power-chord riff-o-rama of "Vertigo" aside--The Edge is back. See, I'm a guitar-whore: I could give a fuck about Bono these days, mostly. But when The Edge sounds like The Edge again, for a change, I sit up and notice.
D'you know what I mean? The whole reason we dug The Edge in the first place is because he didn't play like everybody else--because he couldn't: he started playing without having learned much conventional technique, and built his style around his limitations--which gave him a unique, open, spacious sound: he would go whole songs without once playing a full chord.
Which is why the songs sounded as distinct and mysterious as they did. U2 were pretty linear songwriters from the beginning--"I Will Follow", "The Electric Co." et al are all verse/chorus/verse/chorus/bridge/chorus/out--but the sparse, indeterminate guitar work (often with the added 9, which is probably my favorite interval in all music, and avoiding the third--which meant the songs were inherently neither in major nor minor keys, but in some no-go zone between) gave them an air of mystery for all their conventional constructions.
But it's the old story--once the guy learned to play his guitar "properly," he insisted on doing so at all times, and for a while there was no more lightning left in the bottle. Many a band has been brought low by the scourge of proficiency, as ability to conform to workmanlike standards leads to workmanlike performances.
But our man seems to have gotten a little of his magic back. The arpeggios and piano at the intro of "City of Blinding Lights" take us back to Unforgettable Fire days: the distorto stomp of "Crumbs From Your Table" give us the blues U2-style in a way that all of Rattle and Hum's BB King-fellation couldn't, by way of a T-Rex glam boogie. Some pretty tasty stuff.
And Bono? Well, the line "Freedom has a scent / like the top of a newborn baby's head" is either genius or dopey, and possibly both. |
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