Muse
– Origin of Symmetry
Muse lit a fuse under Origin of Symmetry, gave it a Red Bull, and dared it to challenge the laws of gravity. This album isn’t subtle. It’s bombastic, operatic, and borderline absurd at times—and that’s exactly what makes it sing. Matthew Bellamy isn’t fronting a band so much as conducting a controlled demolition. Guitars wail like machines in pain, synths purr then screech, and somewhere in the chaos, that falsetto climbs a cathedral made of distortion.
Best of…
This wasn’t Muse trying to be Radiohead 2.0 anymore. This was them ripping through prog rock, metal, and baroque theatrics like kids with a chemistry set and a grudge. Every track either explodes or threatens to. The basslines aren’t just heavy—they growl. The drums gallop like the end of the world is running late and Dom Howard’s trying to catch it. Bellamy plays the piano like he’s in a duel with Rachmaninoff and the devil’s got money on the other guy.
But beneath all the fire and fury, Origin has heart. There’s real desperation under the drama, real awe inside the ambition. Muse aren’t just playing with big sounds—they’re chasing something unknowable, clawing at the divine with fuzz pedals and conspiracy theories. It’s messy. It’s loud. And it’s glorious.
Choice Tracks
New Born
Yes, it’s on the album—and yes, it still hits like an electric sermon. Starts with a lullaby, then mutates into a sci-fi jailbreak. That riff doesn’t walk—it stampedes.
Plug In Baby
Probably the most famous track here, and for good reason. That opening riff? Filthy. Bellamy’s vocals swing from sneer to cry, while the band rides a groove tight enough to snap steel.
Bliss
Synths bubble like champagne made of starlight. Bellamy sounds like he’s ascending into orbit on emotion alone. It’s euphoric, urgent, and just unhinged enough to make you believe in something.
Citizen Erased
The centerpiece. Nearly eight minutes of shape-shifting grandeur. It lurches, it floats, it stomps. The outro alone feels like falling into the sky.
Space Dementia
Bellamy’s piano tantrum meets interstellar paranoia. A love song? Maybe. A breakdown? Definitely. Either way, it’s fascinating and unnerving.