At the line on the horizon there’s a magnificent Joshua tree revisited. After great pop albums, a moment of surrender, when the unknown caller rocks again. I’ll go crazy if I don’t crazy tonight listening to Joshua Tree and this new album, so I’ll recommend you to get on your boots till the nearest store. No stand up comedy makes me feel better than listen to these albums when rock is being born again, white as snow, like a breathe in these crisis and war days. The Joshua Tree soul remains at the Cedars of Lebanon.