Chicken's come home to roost eh Chris? Time for Doves to take up the mantle of biggest British band.Erm, if they can get round to finishing the album.
Coldplay album review from The Daily Mirror
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**"**You do have to wonder how the hell we got here. Chris Martin and his well-bred boys are modest operators – charisma-light rockers – but there’s an even more advanced state of hype around their fourth album than its underwhelming predecessor, X & Y.
We’ve had free shows and free downloads to announce the greatest thing since the last time Brian Eno trousered a big cheque for giving an average band credibility.
To mark the occasion, Coldplay pose enigmatically in war paint and military dress – a little Adam Ant, a bit of Sgt Pepper.
Martin looks at the camera lens with a magnifying glass. I have little doubt he sees people rushing to acclaim this album’s greatness the way one magazine did with X & Y. Advertisement Click Here
“Don’t worry its a classic,” ran the headline. Yes, and I’m the Queen of Sheba.
From the spiralling U2-redolent, organ-washed, guitar-reverberating Life In Technicolor, Coldplay affect to make all the right moves, right down to American-friendly spelling.
But, devoid of urgency and the dizzy madness that comprise great rock ’n’ roll, Viva La Vida is not what it’s cracked up to be. It may, with all the hype, help their record company’s share price, but it will have little effect on the many employees at EMI who have lost – and will lose – their jobs. Chris Martin a major poet of the age? Hardly. Despite Coldplay’s money and power, they refuse to write songs that take a stand. “I’ve become so tired of this loneliness”, Martin sings on Violet Hill. Well I’ve become so tired of average talents clogging up the channels of communication rather than REAL warriors of truth and justice."
Coldplay go cultural shopping on the track Viva La Vida. The Eastern affectation re-emphasises the Pepper link, the rave-style freakout ending provides instant nostalgia for thirtysomethings who had it large, but now take it cold.
Martin is as brazen as the prattish rock star he played in Extras when he says Eno “taught us there was a whole lot of other stuff out there to steal”.
Stealing’s fine, so long as you say something with the liberated pop loot and don’t just create nice, comfortable but ultimately empty Coldplay music.
