Album review: Muse, Drones
We’re in the middle of summer blockbuster season — the perfect moment to enjoy the apocalyptic new album from stadium uber-lords, Muse. Like a Ronald Emmerich disaster movie in music form, Drones is clamorous, silly and a guilty pleasure — a blitzkrieg of tumultuous riffs, shrieked vocals and choruses that shoot for the stratosphere.
This being Muse, there’s also a winningly over-the-top, over-arching concept, involving a Winston Smith-style naif sucked into a shadowy government conspiracy where all is not what it seems. The thematic ridiculousness is reflected in the songs, with booming guitars and chugging drums stalking the land and singer, Matt Bellamy, emoting in the style of Freddie Mercury circa the Flash Gordon soundtrack.
