“New Year’s Day falls on a Sunday this year. U2 must be locked in a daisy chain of celebratory dick-sucking.” —Patton Oswalt
“In simpler times you might dose up on Prozac and just ride the shit out, but even that escape was lost. Writing in The New York Review of Books this summer, Harvard Medical School’s Marcia Angell described how the life-tenderizing antidepressants required by more and more Americans to endure their lifestyle paradise—including an estimated 500,000 toddlers on antipsychotics—didn’t beat their placebos once studies were controlled for side-effects. The vast majority of contributors to the DSM, psychiatry’s gospel, were receiving money from pharmaceutical companies, making it at best a brochure, and at worst proof that the age of fraud had compromised even our own self-understanding.” —Year in Review: Notions Eleven - The New York Observer
“Critically panned, U2 have spent every record since “Pop” erasing it from their history and releasing records increasingly indistinguishable from one another, filled with Pollyanna sing-song rhymes (“A mole! Digging in a hole!”) and laden with overreaching pathos which add up to nothing.” —
They’ve done so much over the last decade to make you forget that you used to like them.