I should be at the gym right now, following my well-established routine to survive winter hibernation (also known as seasonal depression), but one of the bands of my life decided on this bright random Wednesday afternoon to do what they do best – wreck up my entire schedule the only way they know how to.
Brilliantly.
A 10-minute warning on social media was all that was given to get ready for what’s next (seriously, tho. 10 MINUTES). No time to think, overthink, elaborate, or overelaborate – you get it. Just sit tight watching a mesmerizing cartoony fire dancing right here.
10 minutes go fast when it’s about the time you have to go trigger the alarms to wake up an entire community that has been mostly dormant for the past 2 years. That’s saying shit’s gonna blow up once they do, but thankfully I was loud enough to find my immediate peers.
A 10-minute warning.
On a random Wednesday afternoon.
And for what?
Besides wrecking up your schedule and yourself on the way.
‘Days of Ash’ – a 5 brand new songs (NEW NEW) EP instant drop.
A full NEW issue of the Zootopian long-lost legendary artefact, Propaganda magazine.
All the videos you could ask for.
And a picture.
This picture.
And if you have strayed away from U2 these past years, you might not get it. The same old faces, eh?
But it means everything for many of us. Worth having a good cry about, to be completely honest. It’s good to have you back, Larry. We never stopped believing in you.
There will be probably a lot of talk about those songs. Heavy guitars, heavy song titles and even heavier subjects tackled. Rebel songs? Time will tell. In the meantime, a simple dive into that propaganda issue will probably help you grasp the edge of it – no pun intended. Kidding. Always intended.
But for now, enjoy the bliss of blasting the first new material from those just as legendary Irish in 9 years – no. I’m not counting Atomic City because bleugh – who sounds like a direction I really REALLY could get behind.
Edge is being his usual genius, only louder and I’m here for it.
Adam’s groove is sending my hormones all over the place. Slayton strikes again, dammit.
Bono is Bonoing full force.
Larry is hitting those drums like they hurt his firstborn.
All is well in the U2 world, alright.
Mother sucking rock and roll with a huge side of protest.
Oh.
Oh yes.
U2 is finally back.
