Ok, I thought of a topic that makes me want to be sassy
again. Has everyone heard the new U2 song? I know it's called "Get on
Your Boots," but in my house we're calling it "Sexy Boots," in honor of
the expression around which the song is based. I don't think I have to
work very hard to convince you that "sexy boots" is one of the most
annoying expressions to come across the pond, and putting it
to music just really pushes it over the edge. But really, the
use of "sexy boots" is only the tip of the iceberg for me. This song
is like a mashup of four different songs, like a musical smoothie made
of ingredients that didn't sound like they'd be appealing together.
Oh! Raspberry-peanut butter-raisins! Fantastic!
If you haven't yet heard the song, please take a moment now, before I start picking it apart. Then, what I write next might be even funnier.
Get On Your Boots
Ok, so-- maybe you'll disagree, but this song (in my opinion) is a mess. It starts with Part One, which sounds a little like he's riffing on that Escape Club song "Wild Wild West" from 1990. If you don't know the song I'm talking about, here it is:
Next comes Part Two, the bridge, which I swear sounds like they hired Queens of the Stone Age to come in and guest on.
Toward the end of Part Two (QOTSA bridge), you have the mandatory "Bono loves the smell of his own farts" U2 scream "You don't know!"
Repeat, repeat, repeat, then Part Four: the Gay Disco glam rock part, where Bono pretends he's David Bowie for a second.
Maybe the worst/ best part of this song is that it's so catchy, it worms its way into your cranium, compelling you to occassionally yell "Sexy Boots" like you have Tourette's.
Also, I want you to know that I LOVED the Joshua Tree album, and have liked (or at least not disliked) all of their albums with the exception of that intentionally postmodern so much that it stops being postmodern "Pop Mart" or whatever it was called. And, who cares, so they made a bad song? We'll all get over it.
Only we won't, because the music industry, backed by commercially-based radio stations is trying to brainwash you into thinking this is a good song. I'm having a total "Emperor Wears No Clothes"moment with radio in LA right now, because mist of the DJs are like "Oh man, this song totally grew on me, and now I can't stop listening to it, which clearly is code for "U2 is so much a part of the big music money machine that I have to say I like their album or my station is going to run out of money like Indie 103.1 and have to go all-internet. Bluck!
Bottom line: to me, this song is so bad, I will not be convinced by marketing to buy the album. Don't believe the hype. It's bad, bad I tell you! OK, not as bad as that "You're horny" song, but bad for U2.
Have a nice weekend, sexy boots!