“Scientists agree that in the future…” the narrator booms over the stadium in a deep British baritone, “people will be birds.” Thus begins Peter Gabriel’s masterful tribute to post-apocalyptic mutations. Part Road Warrior, part Cats, part avian flu, OVO is an epic tale of loss and redemption, love and betrayal, and people with wings.
Or so I can only assume. I haven’t actually seen one minute of Peter Gabriel’s over-the-top avian extravaganza, but how can it not be good? The British government considered it good enough to put a permanent blight on the otherwise old-world landscape of London in the form of the Millennium Dome just so they could house Gabriel’s flock of mad bird people, like an aviary from the future. And that makes it awesome.