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Audioslave to the music

James Bond is not meant to shoot himself in the foot - that's the other guy, and it's not meant to be the foot, either.

Since the latest Bond film was announced, many, including Eyewear, have felt it represented a kind of low, in terms of vision - the casting, for one, has been so dire, a website has been created to deny the very existence of the Bond they claim will be Bond (very Baudrillard this).

Now, amidst so many misfires, comes the most laughable of all - the choice of theme song. Often the theme song has been given to has-beens - but, at other times, Shirley Bassey, Paul McCartney, Madonna, and Duran Duran have been invited to belt out something trite and so-bad-it-is-great about dying or killing or living (always with the Monty Norman backbeat and the double-entendre that the only mort is petite) - and some of these songs are wonderful (including the classic by undisputed musical genius Louis Armstrong).

So, who do the Bondsmen chose to master their new song but - Audioslave. Roll over Hegel and tell de Sade the news.

How did this happen? According to the NY Times, rock does not sell in 2006 - and the two biggest rock acts stateside at the moment are (The) Killers and Evanescence (new albums due October 4). In the UK, guitar bands are big again, with Coldplay, Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs and Arctic Monkeys; Radiohead have a new album soon.

They could have asked any of these - or Bob Dylan. Or Depeche Mode, whose every song is a Bond Theme manque.

Instead - Audioslave. Not Tool. Not Marilyn Manson. Not even Nirvana's intrepid rump, Foo Fighters - but the post-grunge melange known as Audioslave.

Sounds just the ticket for a serious, adult, profound and tough-but-stylish film set in a Casino.

Not.

Comments

Jack Ruttan said…
Bob Dylan Bond would be cool, though conflicted and complicated, for sure. (but not where women were concerned!) At least a lot of good Bondian characters in his songs.

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