Muse

4/5
The Resistance
Muse, in the nicest possible way, have never been afraid to look stupid. From their earliest days they didn’t shy away from using the big rock gestures to the point of becoming (at least in our mind) an interplanetary Styx of the future – a future, that is, of unisex jumpsuits and crystal robots rather than, say, digital technology.

The Resistance continues Black Holes & Revelations’ journey into outer-space rock opera, to the point that one expects a libretto to accompany the album. ‘Uprising’ sounds like the band’s pitch for a new Doctor Who theme: a big, syncopated glam stomp with lyrics about Them, the ones that won’t control us and keep trying to degrade us and so on. ‘Resistance’ follows with a (synthesised) piano melody and a Queen-esque chorus. The rest is a mish-mash of contemporary R&B, Violator-era Depeche Mode, Chopin nocturnes, U2-influenced vocals and one of the few rock songs in recent memory to boast a bass clarinet solo.

So far, so Muse, but then the album ends with the three movements of ‘Exogenesis: Symphony’, which is exactly what it sounds like. Had Radiohead continued down the path of ‘Paranoid Android’ and gotten themselves an orchestra, this is what they would have made – and it works better than you’d ever think.

The Resistance is as unsubtle and histrionic as every other Muse record, and while the playing is undeniably strong, it’s still infused with that vague riduculousness that has characterised everything the band have done over the past couple of albums. Still, in the event that Galactic Star Prince Zarkon sends his robo-armies to subjugate the Earth with the dreaded Omega Ray, this album could well be our only hope.
Andrew P Street
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