Sunday, September 24, 2006


Music is good because it drowns out the fuzz in my head. Singing along to Actung Baby with my brother in the car this afternoon achieved it to perfection. Big loud cynical noise coupled with genius lyrics. "In my dreams I was drowning sorrows, but my sorrows they learnt to swim.". "Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief, they all kill for inspiration and then sing about the grief." "We're cut adrift, but still floating, I'm only hanging on to watch you go down", "And I must be an acrobat, to talk like this and act like that." One critic described the album as the sound of the Joshua Tree being cut down and burnt up. Brilliant.


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