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:
As we enter the seventh (almost) consecutive day in this little blogging experiment, I’m beginning to think I’m losing my mind. I cannot stop thinking about greasy fast food. At all. The greasier, the better. I keep thinking about the goopy, melted cheese in the Cosi tuna melt and the perfect pickles in the McDonald’s double-cheeseburger. And then there’s the Chick-fil-A chicken biscuit, that little piece of heaven you can eat. I need a grease fix so bad that I could just drink a cup of gravy right now! Is this what overexposure to haiku does to you? I mean, look at how bad this has gotten:
Obviously too much haiku makes you pregnant, ‘cos I’ve got a craving that is OUT OF CONTROL. I just hope it’s not twins.
Tomorrow we move on to “Fez-Being Born.” Four more to go, y’all!
As always, you can stream No Line on the Horizon on U2’s Myspace, so you can hear of which I haiku.