Hey, Sexy Boots

I didn't expect I'd be part of the vast media machine talking about the new U2 album, but alas, I'm too enamored with it to let it slide. They're kind of like a Favre-ish veteran quarterback; they probably aren't going to the Super Bowl, and their arm-strength isn't what it used to be, but they'll probably win most of their games and do it with an occasional thrill. This and other horrible analogies in my official review over at Examiner.com.

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