by Noelle Berryman
U2 re-emerged with their new album
Pop
, and, to my
dismay, it did not have the classic, head-rush sound I had come to expect from
a band that has been churning out mega-hits since their debut in 1980.
In the past, U2 has provided quality tunes that made me sing along, tap my foot
or squeal with delight when a song of theirs comes on the radio.
Pop
does not continue that legacy.
The new sound is metallic, synthesized and repetitious -- only a shell of U2's
former sound exists in their first track "Discotheque." I hate to say it,
especially about the band that had formerly been my favorite, but each song
could very easily be a continuation of the previous one. The album's attempt at
dance music is a step down at best and a complete failure at worst.
The instrumentation sounds generic -- the same sort of thing is heard in every
mind-numbingly loud discotheque in the United States and abroad.
Pop
does not come near to rivalling the popular dance music that has
been winning fans internationally -- it lacks the pounding energy that has
been the trademark of the genre since its inception.
One salvageable song on the album is "If God Will Send His Angels," but even
this track never culminates in the climactic rush that Bono and the Edge are
capable of producing. Just when I began to appreciate the lyrics, I realized
that the song has the same haunting feel and base line as "You're so Cruel"
from U2's previous release,
Achtung Baby.
"Staring at the Sun" succeeds where "If God Will Send His Angels" fails. The
multi-faceted tone is enough to keep me awake and grooving to the tune.
Overall, this venture into the dance-music craze was a failure for U2. I am
inclined to think that
Pop
was just an experiment gone bad. Every band
deserves to have one bomb without losing their following -- for U2, this is
that bomb.
This item appeared in the Arts & Entertainment section of the April 18, 1997 issue.
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