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[03.02] The first time I heard
Muse, I just couldn't help being put off a bit by their shameless ripping
off of Radiohead. But the boys have spunk, and I have to say that their
theatrics have grown on me. Muse is so over the top with their inflated,
operatic arrangements (they even throw in a pipe organ for christ's sake!)
and the Thom-Yorke-in-overdrive vocals and lyrics that it somehow all
works. It's like listening to "Paranoid Android" on speed for an hour.
Muse's need to indulge in occasional guitar wackiness and sonic noodling
doesn't always work and occasionally sounds cheesy, but the album has
so much energy and drive that those moments simply add to the naive charm
of it of all.
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