As rumour would have it, Kanye West and/ or Jay-Z may or may not be spitting verses and exhaling condensed air atop an as-yet undesignated Shoreditch rooftop this afternoon around 5pm, Watching The Throne and general grubbiness from the vantage point of some lofty pedestal. The 2nd Gen of The Beatles on the Apple building or to 2012 what this was to whenever the fuck this was:
Posts tagged U2.
‘As hilarious as it is to hear Reznor sing like Bono, the song is totally captivating and Reznor manages, unlike U2, to make the song go somewhere. There is no abrupt end, no directionless lull in the music; just a consistent swelling growth to the music’s very foundations that, by the end of the song, has overwhelmed you so seamlessly that when it cuts, leaving you with its tattered remnants fading into the silence from whence it came, it is as though you’ve been pulled from a lake and can only now take a breath.’
WARNING: Not suitable for fans of U2.
‘So fucking good. My two favorite bands collide.’
So says one of few comments posted thus far on this Youtube stream of Nine Inch Nails’ take on U2’s Zoo Station. While we can’t count U2 amongst our preferred sonic explorers (we ventured as far as geographically possible from their FM-humping cock rock pomp when within the shiny walls of Worthy Farm way back in June) and thus can’t condone the latter half of this brazen affirmation, the former is bang on. Even if Trent Reznor does seem to attempt to impersonate the abominable being that is Bono on its chorus, here be six-plus minutes that’ll have you head over heels for NIN all over again. Seems that, contrary to popular belief, you can indeed polish a turd…
Expect more informative thoughts from a living, breathing NIN obsessive if and when we get them.