I dug Muse’s ridiculous, pompous, dubstep-baiting shit in the past few years, to an extent. It was a joke, but an entertaining one at that. Now the British trio return sounding like a high school Muse cover band, flailing dumb, impotent riffs among naughty swear words and edgy political platitude. A three way ouroboros with heads up each others arses, Muse just rolled off the cliff into a sewage ravine filled with their own shit.
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