I'm a sucker for the world's biggest band when they aren't. That's why it was so refreshing to see them scale it back to the "four guys in a room with amps" format here on Letterman two nights ago with "Breathe". This song is buried tenth out of eleven on No Line On the Horizon, a spot where biggest and brightest are usually at their least self-aware, and therefore their best.

If you're picking up said album, do it at Starbucks and a buck will go towards providing medicine for people with AIDS in Africa via (RED).