From last week, but worth the read (even if John seems to like two other pet hates of mine —- The Stones and old Zimmerframe himself).
If you’re like me, and you hate U2 more than Satan, Hitler and Walt Disney combined, then the imminent arrival in cinemas of U2 3D offers another chance to ponder why millions of people worldwide should be in thrall to the band’s blandly hectoring strain of bombastic stadium-rock, or to muse on why anyone would ever need to hear Sunday Bloody Sunday again.
They wag their collective finger at tyrants and evil corporate bastards all the livelong day (though creditable politics don’t improve their music one iota), and trot out all their stale old hits, each about as musically distinguished as the average Level 42 album, and still the punters will pay good money for the experience - and in 3D! What has the rockumentary come to?
The silly season is not over. Paul Morley put U2 3D as recommended viewing in last week’s Observer.