Benjamin made a promise to review every track off No Line on the Horizon, one a day, leading up to the official release on March 3. Whoopsies! Unfortunately, he can’t write about music for a damn as he studied film; it’s all “chiming Edge guitar” this and “propulsive rhythm by Larry and Adam” that, blah blah BLECH. Instead, he’s embraced the new-found experimentation that U2 has clearly found: why review when you can haiku? So put on your crazy boots, ‘cos here comes the next round:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m still playing catch-up with this foolish project. So sue me. The Oscars were yesterday, which meant I had to spend my day making banana nut muffins and doing oodles of laundry. Seriously, my room was mere days away from warranting hazmat suits for guests. Don’t believe me? This is my room:
Well, minus Swamp Thing and Heather Locklear. My room simply isn’t lucky enough to house the cast of the 80s-camp goodness that is The Return of Swamp Thing. Then again, is any room that lucky? No, I think not.
But I digress.
Here’s the next installment of our haiku review. If it were 2008, I’d make some timely joke about drinking it up like a milkshake, because Daniel Day Lewis was winning at the Oscars for There Will Be Blood. Alas, better (a year) late than never. So drink it up! Drink up the haiku-shake:
Ooooh. Totally worth that extra day’s wait, right? It wasn’t? Well, you’ve still got eight more of these hot messes to go, so you might as well take a lesson from Mandy Moore and learn how to deal.
Later up today, “Unknown Caller.”
As always, you can stream No Line on the Horizon on U2’s Myspace, so you can hear of which I haiku.