It is apparent to me by your post that your feeble mind is not complex enough to understand the intricacies of U2. They are greatness defined. Listening to the sonic feast for the ears that we call a U2 album is like riding a unicorn to the end of the rainbow and finding a pot of gold all the while with Jenna Jameson with her arms wrapped around you whispering all the perverted things she wants to do to you when you get home. There are no other band IMO only imitators.