You know how we often say, man, such and such producer really ruined that album/band? With Brian Eno is the reversal: working with U2 fucked
him up and turned his production into a unidimensional one-size-fits-all-artists style. Just look at
his discography — it's no coincidence the great stuff stopped coming after 1984 (
Thursday Afternoon excepted), the year of the forgettable fire.