Don’t know if they’re headlining Reading & Leeds next year, but it wouldn’t really be a surprise, would it?…

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Alfred Soto: A few years ago I stopped wondering how The Heights would follow up “How Do You Talk To An Angel?” Well, they finally did — with Nickelback guitar.
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Edward Okulicz: No, no, no, please… The Foo Fighters’ best work showed serious smarts — melodic, textural and dynamic. Songs oozed with big hooks and didn’t just flip fast/slow, they had intensity and power and passion. Then they became just a big square wave of ROCK POWER: harder, not smarter. This has dialled back the volume, but is still awfully glum on the tune front.
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Martin Skidmore: This is their 30th single, according to Wiki. I can’t remember what a single one of them sounds like, while sort of recognising that this new one kind of sounds like them, like the others.
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Iain Mew: There’s not a single moment of this that is actually unpleasant in its own right or that I could pinpoint as being something bad. It’s just that it drags on and on and on without ever reaching anything good either, and that we already have one “Times Like These” slowly but surely sucking the life out of everything it comes into contact with.
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Al Shipley: You can’t fault Dave Grohl and Butch Vig if they want to subvert expectations for the first time (give or take a Garbage guest spot) that they’ve recorded together since Nevermind. Still, it’s pretty funny that the 1991 they’ve chosen to evoke instead is Tom Petty circa Into the Great Wide Open.
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John M. Cunningham: If you’re going to steal from Tom Petty, you could at least set your sights higher than “Learning to Fly.”
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Anthony Easton: We went from “Rape Me” to “I Wish for Something Beautiful, I Wish for Something True” — for all of the hate and the crazy that Ms Love spews, at least she is not capable of that kind of Hallmark bullshit — and frankly the Fighters have not produced anything as great as any of Love’s albums.
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Anthony Miccio: Neutered Nickelback or Richard Marx with balls, and I’m afraid of anyone who wants either. Let’s retroactively make Dave Grohl the ex-drummer for Buffalo Tom.
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Hillary Brown: Um, suddenly my dad telling me on the phone the other day that he liked the Foo Fighters makes a lot more sense.
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Chuck Eddy: Yet another slice of powerless powerpop from the most overrated rock band of the ’90s (and maybe the ’00s, too — I stopped keeping track). The guitars and melody in the chorus are not entirely mush, and the solo has a bit of anthemic swoop to it. And right, I’m sure they’re still nice guys. The verses really stink, though. And as usual, the rhythm section’s taking a nap.
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Michaelangelo Matos: Wait: why aren’t the wheels on the ground in the first place? Don’t wheels usually propel you forward on land? What kind are these, steering wheels? Or something else altogether? Because judging from this they sure as hell aren’t grinding all that hard in Dave Grohl’s head, not that they ever really were in the first place.
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Matt Cibula: Excellent — keeps my whole “there is no reason to pay attention to the Foo Fighters” shtick intact for another year.
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