The biggest sin is to
be boring.
Having said it a
million times already, I will repeat that again: wishy-washy art be damned. Bad
art I’m okay with, at least it’s there on the wall, toothless and tragic. It’s
bland art I can’t stand.
Blur’s new album
isn’t bad. It’s better than Think Tank
(of course it is), but overall it just lacks any urgency or spark. They do
survive on that charm of old, lazy hooks and laidback vibes, and you won’t hear
me knocking such pretty sleepers as “Ice Cream Man” or “Pyongyang”, but would
you honestly consider the shameless B***pop send-up “I Broadcast” as worthy of
anything on Modern Life Is Rubbish (which
is Blur’s fifth best album)? Can’t
you tell that “Death Of A Party” was great and “There Are Too Many Of Us” is as
boring as Grace Of Monaco?
Sorry, but this is
just weak. Weak and pointless. “Fool’s Day” was a great song, but I simply
can’t find enough reasons why I should care for The Magic Whip.
I blame Alex James
for that.
P.S. Listen. And weep.
