Not a Younha cover…

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Thomas Inskeep: LISTEN TO US, WE RAWWWWWWWWWWK!
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Alfred Soto: Check out that clatter! Has Dave Grohl been listening to those Nine Inch Nails albums he may have missed the first time? Listening to him wail is like imagining Ezra Koenig in twelve-inch dreads, however. For one of America’s few rock bands that go instant platinum, these wrinkles count as progress. Let’s see if fans bite.
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Micha Cavaseno: Dave Grohl is so assured about his place in an industry as codified and weak in the ass as the rock industry that he’s releasing Probot songs under his regular band’s name (and sadly with his weak-ass voice)! People keep asking for bands who can actually rock, but give me your most sadsack Twenty One Pilots song over this wretched geetar version of *applies clip-on bowtie* grown-man swag.
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Austin Brown: The Foo Fighters’ response to political instability, apparently, is to make a halfhearted pivot towards thrash metal. It’s eye-catching, yeah, and adequately performed by the band, but Grohl’s everyman persona just doesn’t really have the snarl necessary to carry the whole thing.
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Ryo Miyauchi: To where we’re running, and what we’ll do after we tire out, the Foo presumably have no idea either. At least we’re running, right? While we do that, let’s enjoy Dave Grohl do some impressions of the nu-metal voice.
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Josh Love: “Run” starts off a plodding midtempo slog, and glancing at the 5:23 running time left me wondering how I was possibly going to survive until the end. So I suppose some credit’s due the Foos for abruptly veering into thrash metal before careening back into anthemics. Rinse and repeat. It turns a dull song into a trainwreck, and I’m not sure if that’s an improvement, but at least I didn’t see it coming.
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Katherine St Asaph: There’s a half-decent track here, but you have to get past the twin horrors of thrash vocals out of the Foo Fighters and an intro that’s disturbingly close to “Unchained Melody.”
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Brad Shoup: As we switched centuries, the Foo Fighters shifted to meat-and-potatoes rock. But over time, they got stingy with the entree. This is a typically starchy example of rock’n’Grohl: vocal distortion to put him over; halfspeed, Harrisonian melodic sighs; and the kind of existential exhortation done best by the really rich. No knock on Dave — as always, he’s nearly got enough personality to compensate — but he’s gotta convert his capital into seed money.
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Julian Axelrod: Personality has never been an issue for Foo Fighters; after all, they boasted one of the last legitimate rock stars of a post-rock-star era. And even when Dave Grohl’s songs didn’t have much personality, you could usually put a name to the power chords. So it’s weird to hear the band go through a severe identity crisis. The song hops from early-90s power ballad ambience to a Mumford-esque buildup before settling on a Metallica Jr. riff, only to realize they’ve run out of tricks. The novelty of a (slightly) heavier Foo Fighters wears off quickly, especially after you sit through a directionless guitar solo and about 500 run-throughs of a chorus that sounds like a pre-chorus. At the very least, you could always count on the Foo Fighters for a shot of adrenaline. But here, they just sound tired.
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