This is an anthology of strong new songs by a great bunch of bands, all calling themselves Foo Fighters. You get the speed-of-light Foos in "The Pretender," the glam-candy Fighters in "Long Road to Ruin," the Southern-rock stompers who butt in with "Summers End" and the goth folkies on "Stranger Things Have Happened." Singer-guitarist and ex-Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl used to spread this variety across whole albums -- the one-man power pop of 1995's Foo Fighters; the real-band slam of '97's The Colour and the Shape; the unplugged CD in the 2005 set In Your Honor. He has finally figured out how to make one record out of all that leeway.
Bruce Springsteen’s first album of original songs with the E Street Band since he lost the vote for change in 2004 starts with guitars --a wall of angry, droning treble that, for the three minutes of “Radio Nowhere,” is blessedly louder than the oceanic static of bent truths, partisan reporting and general bullshit that passes for life-and-death debate in the new wired order.
Sum 41
Written by Christan Hoard
Monday, 03 September 2007
When they deputed six year back, Sum 41 were pretty likable and pretty ordinary - just goofy, popwise Canadians down with vintage metal, Blink-182 and dick jokes.
This is an anthology of strong new songs by a great bunch of bands, all calling themselves Foo Fighters. You get the speed-of-light Foos in "The Pretender," the glam-candy Fighters in "Long Road to Ruin," the Southern-rock stompers who butt in with "Summers End" and the goth folkies on "Stranger Things Have Happened." Singer-guitarist and ex-Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl used to spread this variety across whole albums -- the one-man power pop of 1995's Foo Fighters; the real-band slam of '97's The Colour and the Shape; the unplugged CD in the 2005 set In Your Honor. He has finally figured out how to make one record out of all that leeway. 
Bruce Springsteen’s first album of original songs with the E Street Band since he lost the vote for change in 2004 starts with guitars --a wall of angry, droning treble that, for the three minutes of “Radio Nowhere,” is blessedly louder than the oceanic static of bent truths, partisan reporting and general bullshit that passes for life-and-death debate in the new wired order. 
When they deputed six year back, Sum 41 were pretty likable and pretty ordinary - just goofy, popwise Canadians down with vintage metal, Blink-182 and dick jokes. 
wayne Aug 4 12:57
