In a recent issue of Hot Press, Neil McCormick talks about the upcoming U2 album (due Nov. 23, first single, “Vertigo,” due Sept. 21), commenting:
“It’d be interesting if U2 could ever make a marginal or personal or intimate record again; in a way they can’t because they’ve raised the stakes to such a level that they have to knock a stadium monster out, they have to knock that ball out of the stadium every time.”
While only a newbie when it comes to U2-fandom, I’m sure if I agree. Certainly U2 would be hard pressed to make a marginal album (any votes for marginal album? Zooropa? I’d have to say that even the albums I like the least have some amazing moments that are better than a lot of other bands’ best work), but what about personal or intimate?
I think what I like best about U2 is their uncanny ability to be both universal and intimate. Bono sings about the grandest themes of life in the most intimate way possible. Perhaps not every album, but most of All That You Can’t Leave Behind feels that way for me. Especially after 9/11. Even the fly-boy posturing of Achtung Baby or the detached soul-searching at the end of Pop strike me as intensely personal.
At the same time, McCormick’s right. Nearly every U2 album has that grand, stadium sound that’s reaching out to a million people. And that’s what I love about it.