Coldplay - Fix You
** (out of four)
I liked these guys a lot better when they were among the obscure "Check These Guys Out, Please. Please!" bands on the MTV2 playlist. Back when you were kind of rooting for them to break through because you thought they were better than most. Before they ended up releasing a lot of similar-sounding songs most of your friends' moms liked to put on so they could fall into a peaceful sleep.
You never would have thought they'd end up hitting the stadium-tour circuit and being hyped as "the next U2." Or that lead singer would marry Gwenyth Paltrow - you always figured he'd hook up with Bjork or something at the Bumbershoot alternarock festival in Seattle.
But no... five years after "Yellow," the Coldplay guys have gotten too big for their britches, and they've abandoned the fascinating, avant-garde look of, say, "Trouble" in favor of two solid minutes of Martin walking down a street at night and two more minutes of Coldplay's brand new stadium show. Which, according to critics, is the exact same show every night - even the between-song banter is identically delivered.
You see, Martin is actually walking to his own stadium concert. He arrives mid-song (50,000 AUDIENCE MEMBERS: So just who's been singing this entire time? I'm confused. I want my $44.99 plus seven-dollar convenience fee back), waves a sparkler around, cues the pyrotechnics guy and plays a rollicking solo on the piano. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the next U2.
I liked these guys a lot better when they were among the obscure "Check These Guys Out, Please. Please!" bands on the MTV2 playlist. Back when you were kind of rooting for them to break through because you thought they were better than most. Before they ended up releasing a lot of similar-sounding songs most of your friends' moms liked to put on so they could fall into a peaceful sleep.
You never would have thought they'd end up hitting the stadium-tour circuit and being hyped as "the next U2." Or that lead singer would marry Gwenyth Paltrow - you always figured he'd hook up with Bjork or something at the Bumbershoot alternarock festival in Seattle.
But no... five years after "Yellow," the Coldplay guys have gotten too big for their britches, and they've abandoned the fascinating, avant-garde look of, say, "Trouble" in favor of two solid minutes of Martin walking down a street at night and two more minutes of Coldplay's brand new stadium show. Which, according to critics, is the exact same show every night - even the between-song banter is identically delivered.
You see, Martin is actually walking to his own stadium concert. He arrives mid-song (50,000 AUDIENCE MEMBERS: So just who's been singing this entire time? I'm confused. I want my $44.99 plus seven-dollar convenience fee back), waves a sparkler around, cues the pyrotechnics guy and plays a rollicking solo on the piano. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the next U2.
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