Muse
Unsustainable

August is a shitty month.

Because people basically get bored. Some should study but don't. Some go on vacation. Some don't go on vacation. Relatives who arrive, who leave, who stay. The lack of desire to do anything. The sweltering heat. September around the corner. The children screaming. The loss of a minimal desire to live that pushes you towards crude information. And so you discover things you never wanted to know: Sara Tommasi's new career, horses wanting to conquer the world, the moon breaking to pieces, the Pope losing faith, Muse recording a new album.

STOP! Although I find the English band irritating in its pomposity, I've always appreciated their complexity in songwriting which, okay, is a lot like "I'm cool, I do this, I do that! Listen to that riff! wawawa!", but in the end, it makes you sigh, because the human soul remains there like a pear falling, in front of things built for beauty, but that are an aseptic container.
I find Muse to be clever fools who ramble, but that doesn't matter. 

We need to talk about serious things. Their new single. An album that will settle the score. Their new musical risk. Yes, because Muse are risky in their pursuit of trends, rejecting them. What's it called? Wait. Wait. Wait. "Unsustainable", a classic title easily translatable to "Mucking About Because I'm Matthew Bellamy".

Basked in an ego that echoes its own, here are the vertigo of a sound that makes noise and disrupts: Skrillex's dubstep. Beyond the fact that the new dubstep is everything but what was considered dubstep, the bottom has been reached. Don't ask me why I'm talking about it, because it's an act of charity. I'm doing it for you. To save you.

I couldn't care less about Skrillex. I don't care about Muse. About dubstep. About how cool it is to conform. NO. I care about listening in silence. Who cares if it's tacky or a gospel choir. I don't care. I don't want to point fingers at those who don't deserve it. I listen. And I listen to this crap, which is not crap for the aforementioned reasons, but for an honest and boring comment that resides in creating a piece of music composed by those who have never composed music in their life, a rubbish that shouldn't even exist or breathe, not even as a filler, that works neither as music to listen to, nor to dance to, nor as erotic background, nor for traveling, nor for getting drunk. No. This is mechanical ejaculation without seed. A train breaking down before it even sets off.

This is not a mystery of life, this is death.

And I don't even enjoy bashing Muse. I am always convinced that writing negative reviews is more fun than positive ones, but it is when simpletons like jj come your way. In this case, the game was already lost. And my eyelids are already closing.