“There’s a lot of inward naval-gazing as a singer-songwriter. It’s part of the gig. But at some point you get sick of it. And then expecting other people to scrutinise it and observe it and comment on it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do that… Of course it can get to you! But I don’t complain. It’s part of the job… But at some point you say, well, enough! I’ve been in stocks this week, I don’t want to be in them next week.”
I realize people want it all but Sting has written maybe an albums worth of great songs in a career ranging some 40 years and he has made a fortune and so why Sting should deny us what is actually our natural right, to hate on yet another smug, pompous and, lest we forget, intellectually vapid album, is beyond me. This is the guy who managed the unimaginable, he made Carl Jung a bore.
There are so many reasons to dislike Sting, though all that stuff about Tantric sex should really be near the top of the list, but not at the top. The top is every single solo album the man has ever made, including the new one, included here though I am not sure why I am bothering.
It is one thing to be a minimal talent and a little self-effacing, a little less than a blowhard big mouth, talentless black hole of brain sausage, it is another to be a swank about it.
I trashed The Last Ship and if you wanna know why just suffer through it the way I had to: