(Aye, sir)"
As the drill sergeant and corporal wail back and forth to one another, it's hard to comprehend what has happened to a band who in the mid 2000's had the crown of best British rock band cemented for what seemed, years to come.
Muse are obsessed with being grand. But it has now gone to the point of stupidity. Lyrically they have never been exceptional but the instrumentation was always what carried them. The last two albums have sucked that prowess away dramatically leaving wishy washy pop-rock ballads and electronic pop to contend with. So, Muse fans might have been excited when it was made clear the riff-heavy style was returning for their new album 'Drones.'
"Psycho" has a guitar riff that defines "cock rock" if their ever was such a thing. Unoriginal and cringe worthy. The drumming is tight as always, but very, very familiar (Uprising?). The bass, well... this is supposed to be Chris Wolstenholme, yet I'm pretty sure I could write and play the part.
I struggle to understand how a trio who conceived 'Citizen Erased' & 'Hysteria' have stooped to this level. The more desperate the music and ridiculous the lyrics, the more Muse's political messages & metaphors become less credible. You used to buy in to Matt Bellamy's ideologies and theories, probably because he was the like-able geek. Now, his falsetto at the end of this track is the musical equivalent of raking your nails along a chalkboard until death. That's unless you haven't drowned in your own vomit and tears first.
When the musical invention of Muse involves guitars and you label it uninspiring and predictable, you know something has gone terribly wrong. Muse have out done themselves.
"Your ass belongs to me now"
No, it doesn't.
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