Even the really crap things about the ’80s are upon us again. Not that U2 ever really went away but this deeply unpleasant chunk of celebrity therapy rock has been wheeled out again and retooled to remind us of their death-and-taxes omnipresence. This time it’s gaudily slathered with melisma and melodrama courtesy of Mary J and has more strings attached than a donation to the Labour party. Let’s just be thankful that they came up with this idea after Live 8.
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