'Sounds like future to me': Bono teases new U2 album
Bono has teased U2's new album "sounds like future".
The 65-year-old singer has shared an updated about the group's currently untitled follow-up to 2017's Songs of Experience and cryptically explained it was important for the One hitmakers to "deal with the past" before moving forward.
Asked about the new album, he told Rolling Stone magazine: "Nostalgia is not to be tolerated for too long, but sometimes you've got to deal with the past in order to get to the future and to the present. To get back to now is our desire. Get back to this moment we're in.
"We've been recording. And it sounds like future to me. We had to go through some stuff, and we're at the other end of it."
Drummer Larry Mullen Jr missed the group's U2:UV Achtung Baby Live at Sphere 40-date Las Vegas residency after undergoing neck surgery but Bono praised his recovery and how he is back better than ever.
He said: "We've been playing in the room together, the four of us.
"And I can tell you (Mullen Jr) is completely through whatever storm of injury he's been through. His playing is at its most innovative. He's just all about the band. He doesn't want to talk about anything else, which is kind of amazing.
"By the way, being a band in a room where each individual musician has a role that's singular and collective is so rare because music is assembled these days.
"And even some of our music we have assembled, and we'll do that again, but to try and capture a moment of a rock 'n' roll band in full flight is at the heart of this record that we're making that we've recorded, but we are not finished."
The Vertigo singer - who admitted he doesn't know when the album will be released - was also quizzed on the possibility of a special box set to mark the 30th anniversary of U2's album Pop.
He replied: "Well, I never thought about that. Actually, I'm sure somebody clever has thought of that. But if they haven't, I'm not aware of it.
"And the film of the PopMart tour in Mexico is one of the most extraordinary U2 shows ever. I love the imagery around that album. And the only thing that album wasn't was pop."
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"Breaker one-nine, this is the Red Baron. Anyone got their ears on?" That was me - a kid in Melbourne's west, sitting in my bedroom, talking into a CB radio pretending I was halfway across the Nullarbor. I had no idea why I picked "Red Baron" as my handle. It just sounded cool. And when you're a kid in the '80s, that's all that mattered. Back then, I'd sit in mates' cars or at home on my radio, just hoping to catch a truckie's voice coming through the static. To me, they were the kings of the road. And if I ever got one to blast their airhorn after I did the arm pump? That was like getting a high-five from a rock star. That feeling - that admiration for the men and women who spend their lives out on the road - never left me. Working in live entertainment was no picnic. Long hours. Tight turnarounds. Big pressure to bump in, bump out, and somehow be ready to do it all again the next night. I was part of the crew setting up lights, fireworks - the whole show - for the biggest touring acts of the '90s. Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, U2. You name it. Now and then, I'd get asked to jump in a truck and help move gear between cities - and I'll be honest, I loved it. Being behind the wheel, out on the road, part of something big. It scratched that itch I'd had since I was a kid. But I wasn't doing it full time. What hit me was seeing the drivers who were. Blokes rolling in from Perth or Brisbane, absolutely wrecked. I remember one guy so fried from the road, we practically had to peel him off the steering wheel. A few hours later, he was back in the cab, headed to the next gig. That's when I realised - I was tired, sure. But these guys made me look like I'd been on smoko the whole time. These days, I'm lucky enough to own a few trucks. I run a business that supplies trucks to film and TV sets, so I'm never far from a diesel engine. 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They're carrying the way forward. So give 'em a nod. Or better yet - the old arm pump. You never know what that little moment might mean. And if you're ever out there, feeling the weight of the road, just know the Red Baron's still got his ears on. "Breaker one-nine, this is the Red Baron. Anyone got their ears on?" That was me - a kid in Melbourne's west, sitting in my bedroom, talking into a CB radio pretending I was halfway across the Nullarbor. I had no idea why I picked "Red Baron" as my handle. It just sounded cool. And when you're a kid in the '80s, that's all that mattered. Back then, I'd sit in mates' cars or at home on my radio, just hoping to catch a truckie's voice coming through the static. To me, they were the kings of the road. And if I ever got one to blast their airhorn after I did the arm pump? That was like getting a high-five from a rock star. That feeling - that admiration for the men and women who spend their lives out on the road - never left me. Working in live entertainment was no picnic. Long hours. Tight turnarounds. Big pressure to bump in, bump out, and somehow be ready to do it all again the next night. I was part of the crew setting up lights, fireworks - the whole show - for the biggest touring acts of the '90s. Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, U2. You name it. Now and then, I'd get asked to jump in a truck and help move gear between cities - and I'll be honest, I loved it. Being behind the wheel, out on the road, part of something big. It scratched that itch I'd had since I was a kid. But I wasn't doing it full time. What hit me was seeing the drivers who were. Blokes rolling in from Perth or Brisbane, absolutely wrecked. I remember one guy so fried from the road, we practically had to peel him off the steering wheel. A few hours later, he was back in the cab, headed to the next gig. That's when I realised - I was tired, sure. But these guys made me look like I'd been on smoko the whole time. These days, I'm lucky enough to own a few trucks. I run a business that supplies trucks to film and TV sets, so I'm never far from a diesel engine. And that means I've also become an employer of truck drivers who are the backbone of what we do. They're part of a much bigger community: more than half a million Australians who work in transport, warehousing and logistics - many of them based in regional and remote areas where support services are scarce, but the pressure is just as heavy. It's the biggest employer of men in the country. But it also ranks last for mental health. That's not a coincidence. The blokes and women I know who drive for a living work hard - often through the night, through long-haul stretches with barely a soul in sight. You want to know what fatigue looks like? Watch someone roll in after 1200 kilometres and still have to unload, rest, and prep for the return leg. And somehow do it all again the next day. The work doesn't just wear you out physically - it plays on your mind. Drivers have told me that a small worry at home can become all-consuming after 10 hours alone in the cab. With no one to talk to, your thoughts can spiral. That's the kind of pressure we're talking about here. One bloke I know said he did an entire stretch between Brisbane and Dubbo without speaking a single word to another human. Just him and the road. That silence must be deafening. I've heard stories that stick with you. Like Eno - a truckie from Coffs Harbour who came frighteningly close to taking his life, only to be saved by a stranger he'd given his last possessions to. Like many in the industry, it wasn't his first brush with suicide. Eno had lost two trucking mates in a matter of weeks. After a close work friend took his life, Eno organised a convoy through town. He expected a handful of trucks to show up. He got 130. 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To me, they were the kings of the road. And if I ever got one to blast their airhorn after I did the arm pump? That was like getting a high-five from a rock star. That feeling - that admiration for the men and women who spend their lives out on the road - never left me. Working in live entertainment was no picnic. Long hours. Tight turnarounds. Big pressure to bump in, bump out, and somehow be ready to do it all again the next night. I was part of the crew setting up lights, fireworks - the whole show - for the biggest touring acts of the '90s. Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, U2. You name it. Now and then, I'd get asked to jump in a truck and help move gear between cities - and I'll be honest, I loved it. Being behind the wheel, out on the road, part of something big. It scratched that itch I'd had since I was a kid. But I wasn't doing it full time. What hit me was seeing the drivers who were. Blokes rolling in from Perth or Brisbane, absolutely wrecked. 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