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:
I don’t know if it’s the fact that I got more than four hours of sleep last night, or maybe the fact that I got to write about Showgirls earlier today (it’s probably the latter, not the former; thinking about 10 seconds of Showgirls for me is twenty minutes of kitten videos on Youtube for grandmas: it’s a happy place), but I’m in a much better mood than yesterday. It seems as though the gay-man-equivalent of catnip (aka, Showgirls) has rendered Cranky McCrankerson docile and content. Thaaank goodness.
So, yeah, let’s drop this new haiku like Nomi dropped her crack addiction:
Almost halfway done! Hot toddy! Next up is “Get On Your Boots.”
As always, you can stream No Line on the Horizon on U2’s Myspace, so you can hear of which I haiku.