The Coldplay train was just unstoppable, no matter how much critics derided a lot of their more obvious pandering to top 40 sensibilities. And even when Coldplay went more brazenly “pop” than they ever had before in the 2010s, they were still racking up hits and selling out gargantuan concert tours (with their tour for 2015’s A Head Full of Dreams being one of the best selling of the decade). There was a time during the mid-to-late 2000s when it felt like every damn band that had a piano player in its lineup wanted to sound like Coldplay. Pretty much every album of theirs has had at least one song that seemed to get near-ubiquitous airplay.
Even back in the days when their debut Parachutes was slowly working its way up to sleeper hit status here in the States, “Yellow” seemed like it was a big freakin’ deal, an announcement that these guys were the up-and-comers you wanted to pay attention to. Was there ever a point at which Coldplay was the biggest band in the world? Even if there wasn’t, it sure felt like it at several points. With that said, there are some killer hooks here, and the finale “Coloratura” is a real game-changer.
It’s almost a complete 180 from the raw, turbulent Everyday Life due to its unrelenting glossiness from end to end, but it’s got the same problem at its core – that Coldplay just doesn’t sound like much of a band on most of these tracks. In Brief: Coldplay goes even more “pop” here than they did on Mylo Xyloto or A Head Full of Dreams, with decidedly mixed results.
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