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POP
POP
DATE 1997
LENGTH 42:13 MINUTES
LABEL POLYGRAM
PRODUCER FLOOD
 
The conventional, major-label A&R wisdom on electronica boils down to this: "If only we could
find a rock band that plays dance music and can write real songs." U2 did just that on "Pop" -- and nobody cared. Maybe they overhyped the techno angle; "Pop" is far more economical in its art-pop disturbance than "Achtung Baby" and less
flamboyant in its ache than "The Joshua Tree." There are loops
aplenty, but Pop is about hearts beating, not just pulse beats, and
the best mix of sob and throb is in the ballads, a U2 specialty: the
grim burbling of "Gone," Bono's arcing anguish in "Please." Taken on its own -- away from the chart numbers and the big shtick of
PopMart -- "Pop" is simply an album of great pop. For some reason, for a lot of folks, that's just not enough.

Then there's the Bowie Problem. With the metal-machine-music
overload of 1995's "Outside" and "Earthling"'s lip-service approach
to drum-and-bass, Bowie has been making too big a deal of
staying even with the pop fashion curve. The result: He ends up
selling his new material short. The way Bowie lit into "Earthling"
numbers like "Looking for Satellites" and "Seven Years in Tibet" on his recent, career-overview club tour proved that he's much better
off when he stops worrying about eclipsing his past and spends
more time enjoying it -- like we do.
(RS 776/777)

Copyright © 1968-1999 Rolling Stone Network. All Rights Reserved.

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If one's to believe all the ink about electronic music as the next big thing, then dance music is the new rock and roll. Pop embellishes U2's musical aesthetic with samples, percussive loops, distortions and compressions -- yet those elements never overwhelm the band's own personality. Think about it: this band has always played with a similar hip-shakin', bottom-heavy execution through Larry Mullen Jr.'s incessant drumming, Adam Clayton's rib-jangling basslines, and the Edge's minimal axe-picking.

And it works like gangbusters, and places Bono on fertile ground to explore his favorite quandaries: the loss of faith in a world without God ("If God Will Send His Angels,'' "Wake Up Dead Man''), disillusionment with a world of surfaces ("Last Night on Earth,'' "Gone''), and love in a time when "you take what you can get, 'cause it's all that you can find.''

Pop isn't exactly U2-goes-techno, but it's a rock record that would
sound great on a dance floor. In a pop landscape which continually
fragments itself, I guess that's enough to count as significant.

© 1999 MTV Networks. All Rights Reserved.

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Nomination: Best Rock Album

Pop. A genre as light as air and as immobile as a brick wall.

This seductive carrot has led many a donkey down the slippery,
winding path to fame and fortune. U2 should be familiar with this; their twenty-year career covers the gamut from post-punk to alternative to pop.

And like most pop music, it's nothing but ear candy. While Pop
receives a nomination for Best Rock Album, the overall effect is
insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Whereas their past
albums may rest on the laurels of song-writing, performances, and
originality, this latest effort by U2 is as insubstantial as any other
piece of fluff out there.

When U2 first gained popularity after the release of Under A Blood
Red Sky, the band had been together for over five years an had four albums under their belt. In 1983, Rolling Stone's writers' poll named them 1983's Band of the Year. Their next release, The
Unforgettable Fire, yielded "Pride (In the Name of Love)", their
biggest hit yet and propelled the band to fame and fortune with
tours in Europe and America. They were a rock band that finally hit pop status.

What lay ahead were its rewards. In 1985 they performed at Live Aid, and the next summer saw them headlining the American Amnesty International's Conspiracy of Hope Tour. In 1987, they landed a cover on Time; a #1 album (The Joshua Tree), and a #1 single ("I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"). Even Frank Sinatra invited them backstage after one of his shows in Las Vegas.

While the band won several Grammies over the years and
continued touring, the music's direction changed. 1991's Achtung
Baby had familiar qualities: an expansive sound and sophisticated
musicianship layered with Bono's seductive (if self-involved)
vocals. This latest collaboration with Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois
became a renaissance for the band and marked a distinct
aesthetic shift. The next album, Zooropa's, highly electronic sound
predated much of the ambient and techno-derived sounds found
on the dance and pop charts today. Finally, their low-key concept album, Original Soundtracks: Volume 1, remains the band's most avant-garde and daring work; so unlike U2's previous work, it was
released under the pseudonym "The Passengers".

During this period, U2's image was everywhere. Their concerts
appeared on television and in film around the globe. While Bono's
public position seemed anti-material (and anti-pop), he always made sure his best side was shown. U2 had an image as a great (and even daring) rock band, but their efforts on the soundtracks of Goldeneye, Batman Forever, and Mission: Impossible lacked luster.

Unfortunately, Pop continues this uninspired trajectory. While the
album contains some great performances (like the Edge's razor sharp guitars), it lacks cohesion. The album has no connection or underlying theme; almost all the songs are as passé and mediocre as the commodities they satirize. U2 tries to point to the great Popmart as the Tower of Babel, but the results are ultimately disastrous.

"Discotheque's" relentless beat was better beaten by earlier
industrial and dance pioneers. "Last Night On Earth" is certainly
grand in its scope but musically flat and dull. Some songs have the familiar sounds, but Bono's voice lacks any poignancy. What was previously a collaboration amongst four members has now become a disposable piece of plastic, lacking any immediacy. Even "Miami" is, well, pastel.

There are two tracks, however, that rise above the rest of the
album. "Mofo" has a highly computerized soundscape - an industrial version of early British psychedelic rock. And "If You Wear That Velvet Dress" is simply ethereal and transcendent by nature - the closest the band has come to their work as The Passengers.

Certainly not their most ambitious effort, Pop is U2's statement
against the suburbanization of culture and ourselves. But what the album lacks is the perspective to teach us that lesson. The band is so self-conscious of their "message" and the "medium" that the overall effect is nil. The album takes up room on a shelf like any other impulsive purchase, gathering dust until the next big pop band happens along.

-Mitch Adair

© 1999 MTV Networks. All Rights Reserved.

 
s i n g l e s
discotheque
starring at the sun
if God will send His angels
last night on earth
please
pop heart
mofo remixes
v i d e o
popmart : live from mexico city
DISCOTHEQUE

you can reach but you can't grab it
you can't hold it, control it, you can't bag it
you can push but you can't direct it
circulate regulate oh no you cannot connect it
you know you're chewing bubblegum
you know what that is but you still want some
you just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuff
you get confused but you know it
yeah you hurt for it woork for it LOVE
you don't always show it
LET GO LET'S GO... DISCOTHÈQUE
GO GO... LET GO... DISCOTHÈQUE
looking for the one
but you know you're somwhere else instead
you want to be the song
the song that you hear in your head
LOVE
it's not a trick... you can't learn it
it's the way you don't pay that's okey 'cause you can't earn it
you know you'e chewing bubblegum
you know that is but you still want some
'cause you just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuff
LET GO LET'S GO... DISCOTHÈQUE
GO GO... LET GO... DISCOTHÈQUE
looking for the one
but you know you're somwhere else instead
I want to be the song
be the song that you hear in your head
LOVE
but you take what you can get
'cause it's all that you can find
oh you know there's something more
but tonight, tonight, tonight
BOOM CHA
BOOM CHA
DISCOTHÈQUE

DO YOU FEEL LOVED ?

Take these hands they're good for nothing
You know these hands have never worked a day
Take these boots they're going nowhere
You know these boots they don't want to stray
You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone
Take my shirt go on take it off me
You can tear it up
If you can tie me down

DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?

Take the colours of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a coversation
And turn it into your own prayer
With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies

DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
And it looks like the sun but it feels like the rain

Love's a bully pushing shoving
In the belly of a woman
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together
A man and a woman
Stick together
Man and woman
Stick together...

DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?

AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE SUN
BUT IT FEELS LIKE THE SUN
AND THERE'S HEAT IN THE SUN TO SEE US THROUGH THE
RAIN

MOFO

lookin' for to save my save my soul
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hole
mother mother sucking rock and roll

(been around the back... been around the front)

holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash
white dpoes on punk staring into the flash
lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash
mother mother suckin' rock and roll
mother (scat singing) rock and roll
mother am i still your son,
you know i've waited for so long to hear you say so
mother you left and made me someone
now i'm still a child but no one tells me no
lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world
lookin' for the father of my two little girls
got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
still looking for the face I had before the world was made
mother mother sucking rock and roll
bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll

(scat singing)

woo me sister
move me brother
soothe me mother
rule me father
show me mother
days passin
around each other

IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS

Nobody else here baby, no one else here to blame
No one to point the finger... it's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it, no one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders when love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff the stuff of country songs

HEy IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
AND IF GOD WILL SEND A SIGN
AND IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook babe, would he even pick up if
he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child hangin' round this
neighbourhood
See His mother dealing in a doorway, see Father Christmas with a
begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are blister ... THE HIGH STREET never looked so
low

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith ... and the love?
What's that you say to me
Does love... light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

HEY IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
AND IF GOD WILL SEND A SIGN
WELL IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
WHERE DO WE GO

Jesus never let me down you know Jesus used to show me the
score
Then they put Jesus in show business now it's hard to get in the
door

It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

HEY IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
I SURE COULD USE THEM HERE RIGHT NOW
WELL IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS
WHERE DO WE GO...

STARRING AT THE SUN

Summer stretching on the grass... summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get stickier too...
It's been a long hot summer
let's go undercover
Don't try too hard to think... don't think at all

I'm not the only one starin' at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb i'm staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind

There's an insect in your ear if you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach...
Will we ever live in peace?
Cause those that can't do often have to
Those that can't do often have to... preach

To the ones staring at the sun...
Afraid of what you'll find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb... staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who'd rather go blind

Intransigence is all around... military is still in town
Armour plated suits and ties... daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle God is good but will HE listen
I'm nearly great
But there's something I'm missing I left in the duty free
Though you never really belonged to me

You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you stepped back inside
I'm not sucking my thumb I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind

LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

She feels the ground is giving way
Bur she thinks we're better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have the more it takes today"

YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE DOESN'T CARE WHAT IT'S WORTH
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

She's not waiting on a saviour to come
She's at a bus-stop with the NEWS OF THE WORLD
And the sun sun here it comes
She's not waiting for anyone

YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
she knows just what it's worth
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

Slipping away..slip slide.. |the clock tells her that time is slipping

world turns and we get dizzy |minute hands and second sticking...

Slipping away, there's something going on she might be missing
the world turns and we get dizzy
it is spinning for you the way it's
spinning for me

she's living living next week now
You know she's going to pay it back somehow
The future is here at last, The past is too
uncomfortable
she hasnt been to bed in a week
she'll be dead soon and then she'll sleep


YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE ALREADY KNOWS IT HURTS
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

GONE

You get to feel so guilty got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling just won't go away
You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
Till there's nothing left for you anyway

GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
IM NOT COMING DOWN

You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to loose yourself along the way
You change a name but that's okay... it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway

GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
I'M NOT COMING DOWN

AND I'M ALREADY GONE
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
Didn't want it that much anyway

You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you get to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover

Then you discover...
What you thought was freedom is just greed
Goodbye... no emotional goodnight
I'll be up with the sun
Are you still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

MIAMI

Weather 'round here choppin' and changin'
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels and petrol is cheap
Only went there for a week
Got the sun got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam...

Her eyes all swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby's always attracted to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
MIAMI MY MAMMY

Love the movies... love to walk those movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What's he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase

MIAMI MY MAMMY
MIAMI

I bought two new suits... miami
PINK AND BLUE.. MIAMI
I took a picture of you... miami
Getting hot in a photo booth... miami
I said you looked like a madonna
You said... maybe... said I want to have your baby... BABY
WE COULD MAKE something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
At least not in... miami

Some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like
MIAMI MY MAMMY

THE PLAYBOY MANSION

If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson...History
If beauty is truth, and surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do?
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that mansion?

If OJ is more than a drink, and a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an obsession, then talk shows confession
What have we got to lose?
I'll never push my way through
The gates of that mansion

I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
And the banks feel like cathedrals because casinos took their place

Luck, come on down
I wake up, she'll come around

Sex is a kind of religion
We're down for playin' hard luck
I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book
Luck, come on down,
Let my numbers come around

Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
'Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on

Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe

We'll go diving in their pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates in the Playboy Mansion
The Playboy Mansion
In the Playboy Mansion

Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?
Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?

IF YOU WEAR THAT VELVET DRESS

Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick again
And the whole world could just dissolve... into a glass of water

I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through

We've been here before... last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show no one else is going to know
I'm wanting

Sunlight sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear
But nothing at all like the moon

It's okay the struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray...

But if you wear that velvet dress
But if you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon is a mirrorball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls

If you wear that velvet dress

PLEASE

So you never knew love until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted till you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive until you almost wasted away

You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colours
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please... please... please get up off your knees...
Please... please... leave me out of this
Please

So you never knew how long you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground till they made you
crawl
So you never knew that the heaven you keep you stole

Your catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car

Please...please... please get up off your knees
Please...please... leave me out of this please

So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of

September... streets capsizing... spilling over down the drain
...shards of glass splinters like rain but you could only feel your
own pain...
october... talking getting nowhere... November... December...
remember...
are we just starting again...?

So love is big bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal it's what lovers steal
You know i've found it hard to recieve
Cause you my love I could never believe

WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of Heaven
Will you put in a word for me
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum in the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Or are you working on something new?
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

 
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