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:
Aaaaaaaand we’re finally here. At the end. Turns out that my sore sinuses from the other day ended up being the first tremors of a bona-fide sickquake. Thankfully a little homemade chicken soup and a healthy dose bed-rest have got me back on my blogging feet (minus a scratchy throat, but thankfully I blog with my fingers, so no harm and no foul, I figure), but I digress. We’re here to talk haiku reviews, not my old-maid tricks to getting over a winter-weather cold. So FOCUS, people! We’ve finally made it to the finish line of gonzo endeavor. So dust off your mourning veils and get the kindling for your funeral pyres; this is the end of a (week-and-a-half-long) era:
I suppose, as much as this is an end, we can always put the album on repeat (something I’ve already been plenty guilty of and shall continue to just get guiltier), so there’s no need for tears (well, except for the fact that you’ve just listen to “Cedars of Lebanon,” which is a one-way ticket to frowns-ville, population you and me).
So there you have it. Every song off No Line on the Horizon reviewed in haiku. I’m sure this experience was deeply illuminating and informative in a 5-syllable/7-syllable/5-syllable sort of way. Or perhaps they’ve inspired you to put me on blog-block. For eternity.
Either way, you’re welcome.