Coldplay X&Y. EMI
That worried me. Immediately I thought that the media would praise the album so that print sales wouldn’t be lost to disgruntled Coldplay fans. After listening to the last album I placed the new one in the CD player hoping that I would be inspired and that Rolling Stone had got it oh so wrong. At the back of my mind was the memory of that dreadful new single and the fact that this album had taken so long to produce (3 years and after one false start) - a really bad sign. Opening track Square One opens with a dreamy orchestral sequence before Martin’s easy tones click in. The band then takes over as Martin’s echoed voice soars into oblivion. It’s a terribly dated song with nothing to recommend it accept that the lyrics are quasi-sensible and Martin is in good voice. What If is a simpler piano pop ballad with a sincere set of lyrics and honest vibe aimed no doubt at his wife or child. It’s the sort of song that Martin probably wrote very quickly in tone of those pensive, romantic moments. It’s not bad but really nothing special. White Shadows is next up and opens with pounding drums before the singer describes his younger days and “something’s missing…” It’s just a mess of sound with no direction and precious little melody. Piano-led Fix You is next turned out to be the pick of the album although it’s the sort of song you could swear you’ve heard before. It’s also another one of those songs that could have been written very quickly in a state of high emotion, and euphoria. The middle-eight signals a crescendo of rock instrumentals that add power and depth to the song before Martin returns to quietly conclude the song. This will undoubtedly be the next single and rightly so. Next up is Talk with its folky/Celt opening but eventually ends up gong nowhere save for another set of sincere-sounding lyrics, and another strong vocal performance. Title track X&Y is a little different but with lyrics like “You and me are drifting into outer space… You and me are drifting on a tidal wave” the song sinks to previously unplumbed Coldplay depths. Then it’s the turn of single Speed Of Sound to hammer another nail into this musical coffin. A Message is PARACHUTES material and not of this era. Low is awful and pointless. The Hardest Part wins my vote as worst track of the album and echoes my feelings on listening to this poor effort. And at that point I nearly gave up trying to sort this one out. I concluded that Rolling Stone had been generous and that everybody else must have been high on something. I’ve heard much better albums from bands this year with a tiny amount of Coldplay’s financial and PR clout, while fans should (but unfortunately won’t) feel short-changed. Radiohead, where are you? 2/5
|
|
||||||||||||||||
|