On a bladderwracked, forsaken isle,
all swirled about with wind-blown gulls,
a wild man keeps his hut and hearth,
eschewing what he held most dear;
awash in toxic madness.
A giant monster, gnarled and raving,
marked by sun and raging winds,
bewitched beneath a pregnant moon,
and twisted like a mandrake root;
harbouring ancient sins.
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The experimental English rock band Muse have their new album out in October of this year. The CD will be called The 2nd Law. For those of you that can remember Muse were the group that wrote the official song of the Olympics and the dinosaurs amongst you lambasted the tune. Obviously, you’re still living in the Jurassic age. Listen, Marc Bolan is gone, get over it.
This is the new single by Muse that was released last week. Those of you expecting a hard-edged rocker can put your leather jacket on and leave the building now. This is devoid of the usual bombastimy, overthetopness and multi-faceted intricacy that is symptomatic of their works. This song is sublime in its understated playing. Muse never fail to surprise their audience. It is a bedtime story. It’s as if Marlon Brando has become David Niven.