The Muse I knew were tailor-made for academically inclined bedroom-dwelling adolescents. They had a safety scissor edge to them, a potential . They enabled a kind of Mild Rebellion – the thrill of ‘rock music’ within comforting environment of the classical, a scary dropped riff, quickly giving way to something soothing. For many they were the water-wings into meatier music. Their roll was defined and clear. So what now, what position do they fill?
Their latest album ‘The Resistance’ does nothing to ‘resist’ languishing in a mushy pile of progressive shit. Muse geographers may note that this shit-pile is to found at the bottom of the slippery-slope named ‘Blackholes and Revelations’. There is nothing in there for our previously defined audience, so: to whom does muse now appeal? The answer, as seen by their new announced wembley summer show, is everyone else.
So, in all seriousness let’s pat their backs, acknowledge their achievements. They’ve come gone from grass roots to national football pitches. Congratulations Coldplay, you’ve found the perfect venue for your foot-tapping stadium rock.
I feel that I was unnecessarily dismissive of JLS last time – to make amends I urge you to listen to thisss:
