I braced myself and hit the arrow:
Oh, God! Woot!! Ya!
No one I care about is in this, i.e. people who were also conspicuously absent the first time around — except for Sinead O’Connor, who I always have to assume will do flaky crap, because that’s who she is.
Bono gets his familiar bar/line. And as the Guardian writes:
…the song’s lyrics have been rewritten, not merely to accommodate the Ebola epidemic but also to remove the kind of lyrics that people might describe as problematic: “tonight thank God it’s them instead of you” is gone. The generalisation that nothing ever grows in Africa has likewise vanished.
Hey, next time (cuz there will be one) how about a few lines like, “Why do we have to do a ferkin’ record like this for you people every ten years?”
This song will have the same effect as the original (except Bob’s already been knighted. All they can do is make him a Lord.)
We need a new word for that effect.
Maybe something like “fuckitty-fuck all,” with a side order of “actually killing people instead of saving them”?
I mean, how ill-conceived does a charity single have to be for Adele—who demands a $20 donation for her favourite cause from every backstage guest at every show she plays—to turn it down?
When Damon Albarn makes sense, you should know you’re in trouble.
