Bono is shit.
I don’t need to argue or rant against this, surely? Bono is shit. It’s a given, a mantra passed down from mother to baby, a warning used to keep errant children in their beds at night, a Cautionary Tale against excess use of Ego and Narcissism. A modern-day parable of our times, whereby bombast and tax evasion and self-righteousness are used to justify whatever you like. Bono is shit. Bluster and a clusterfuck of hypocritical whining against the very societal boundaries that give him the license to continue his shit. You do not need to be a cynic to realise this, you do not need to be bitter or twisted. The only boundaries his music push at are those of his audience’s gullibility. One long exercise in branding and commodification and spam exclusion. The butt of a million jokes so tired and formulaic they make U2’s tired and formulaic music sound refreshing. Almost. Bluster and reinforcement of normative stereotypes wrapped up in a shawl of innovation. A welter of shit. A deluge of shit. A veritable diarrhea of shit. A shitstorm of shit. The early warning signs were there. The late warning signs are still there. When you can’t even give your music away, you know something is severely wrong in the mainspring. Pompous, flatulent, shit. Bono is shit. Do not be scared or indifferent to those who claim to know different, that somehow somewhere U2 are a force for good. That’s like saying Donald Trump is a force for World Togetherness, that the Catholic Church loves children. All crap art builds on what went before but it takes an ego the size of Bono to claim credit for it. Bono is shit. Music as cultural reinforcement, music for world leaders to party to. Music as venture capitalism. Music for tax exiles and those too blinkered to realise that this could be a Bad Thing. Bono is shit. And that shit is everywhere.
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