Give the long-running Irish rockers this: U2 continues to force us to grapple with their new product, years (decades?) past the point when the reaction any new offering merits as art is: “Yeah? So what?” But given the tawdry tie-in with the announcement of their 13th studio album and the unveiling of Apple’s latest sucker-bait gizmos, to say nothing of its automatic appearance in all of our iTunes queues, grapple we must.
Now as reactions go, it would be impossible to top either Sasha Frere-Jones’ savage evisceration for The New Yorker.com or David Fricke’s what-the-hell-is-he-smoking shameless five-star fellation in Rolling Stone. But again, the only reaction really warranted is, “So what?” And maybe: “Yawn.”