A few weeks ago I went to London. For the cup game as it happens and to start with it was just going to be me and my lad, driving down, staying overnight at a Premier Inn on the outskirts. Nice and easy. Then his mate got a ticket, then his mate's dad, then his mate's brother and then his mate's brother's mate who sorted us tickets on the train. From Crewe, not Macclesfield. And then we were staying near Euston and going on the lash. Me at 60 and four 20 odd year olds and a much younger dad. It was great. But fucking exhausting. A bit like listening to this album. And if you think that's a terrible analogy be grateful I dumped the one about having an enthusiastic and demanding younger lover...
I'm probably a listen short from being as definitve as I'd like to be and most of my listeing to this has been in the car and in short bursts for the most part. I commented earlier that I was enjoying the earnest gransiosity of it and repeated listens didn't chnage that. I'm not familiar with Muse but I think this album is what I expected of them. Everytime I got to tire of it a bit there was a hook or chnage of direction to refresh me. And then a track like Endlessly which was kind of the equivalent of finally getting back to the hotel room for a break and taking your shoes off... etc.
It doesn't make me want to explore more Muse but I certainly think there are occasions I'm going to want to listen to this again. It probably loses a point or two for being just too long and for not having quite enough variety but warrants a 7.
