So Guns ‘n’ Roses announced that they’re working on a new album.
In a word, big.
In a second word, shit.
Like most folk of my era, I love Appetite for Destruction. I mean, it’s an amazing album from top to bottom, and Axl Rose probably deserves 85 percent of the credit. It’s his baby, and the entire disc radiates his past brilliance.
In 2010, however. G’n’R isn’t G’n’R. It’s Axl and a bunch of stand-ins. And, truth be told, were it Axl and the original members, most people still wouldn’t care. Because like all groups, time makes a particular sound seem exteremly stale. Back in the day Axl’s voice was fresh and uncanny. He was a remarkable performer, and we probably haven’t seen anyone quite that distinctive since.
But it’s over now. Nobody cares.