Jk. It’s impossible for people in 2025 to appreciate this, but when U2 first hit the scene, they were a fresh air alternative to the stale late '70s disco scene. And for kids like me with a burgeoning political awareness, they were heroes. Also, mullets. It’s very difficult for me to accept how they turned into a bunch of tax-dodging cunts who produced a fucking Spiderman musical, of all things (probably as a tax dodge).
“This song is not a rebel song. This song is Sunday, bloody Sunday” or, better: fuck you and your mother. I will say what I want when I want.and call you fuckers out for all the bullshit you put us through. But, since these are the eighties i will do it somewhat politely.
Boy. October. War. Under a bloodred sky.
Somewhere along there they got lost and made the unfo. Still good but… fuck Eno.
Then it all exploded with the Joshua tree. They became the biggest band on earth, almost imploded under their own weight during/after R&H. Reinvented themselves with Achtung Baby and Zooropa and became what we have nowadays.
But that glorious beginning, the rage, the pain. The angst of our entire generation in those three albums with bloodred sky as the magnificent encore. The Magnus opus.
It was nothing like them now. I can’t even name their last albums.
That song is infamous in Sweden. But not for any positive reasons.
The title when sung, sounds an awful lot like phonetic Swedish. “Sunday, bloody Sunday” sounds like “Smeå negrer i sanden”, which translates to “small n*ggers in the sand”.
U2 was for your great grandparents lol.
Jk. It’s impossible for people in 2025 to appreciate this, but when U2 first hit the scene, they were a fresh air alternative to the stale late '70s disco scene. And for kids like me with a burgeoning political awareness, they were heroes. Also, mullets. It’s very difficult for me to accept how they turned into a bunch of tax-dodging cunts who produced a fucking Spiderman musical, of all things (probably as a tax dodge).
“This song is not a rebel song. This song is Sunday, bloody Sunday” or, better: fuck you and your mother. I will say what I want when I want.and call you fuckers out for all the bullshit you put us through. But, since these are the eighties i will do it somewhat politely.
Boy. October. War. Under a bloodred sky.
Somewhere along there they got lost and made the unfo. Still good but… fuck Eno.
Then it all exploded with the Joshua tree. They became the biggest band on earth, almost imploded under their own weight during/after R&H. Reinvented themselves with Achtung Baby and Zooropa and became what we have nowadays.
But that glorious beginning, the rage, the pain. The angst of our entire generation in those three albums with bloodred sky as the magnificent encore. The Magnus opus.
It was nothing like them now. I can’t even name their last albums.
That song really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday
That song is infamous in Sweden. But not for any positive reasons.
The title when sung, sounds an awful lot like phonetic Swedish. “Sunday, bloody Sunday” sounds like “Smeå negrer i sanden”, which translates to “small n*ggers in the sand”.