Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra were perfect foils. Hazlewood is a rugged, masculine musical genius, with his baritone voice weaving perfectly around Nancy’s sugary, glamourous vocals.
Together they created irresistible country pop. How about Some Velvet Morning. Jackson. These Boots Are Made For Walkin’. Friday’s Child.
Summer Wine.
Even Bono can’t charade that kind of chemistry alone. So he collaborated with the fucking Corrs.
It’s a Gaelic double-team and your favourite song is in the middle.
“Sinatra suffered from senile dementia in his final years”
Thus explains how he could turn one of his signature tunes into a dystopian technological nightmare starring Bono’s ego. This isn’t just bad, it’s downright creepy.
Leonard Cohen is one of the finest songwriters to ever caress our ears. And Tower Of Song is a humble, funny and poetic ode to his craft.
So of course, Bono had to fuck it up.
Not content with stealing a verse, he also enlists The Edge to add tactless, slow-mo-montage guitar lines.
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