Kas I'm guessing that whatever the hell you're talking about is some Christian emo post-punk whiny non-offensive bullshit. And no one likes that stuff here but you.
The mere fact that you cited the "comparatively lively British music of the 90's", presumably referring to that morbidly god-awful shit known as Oasis and its various knock offs, invalidates your entire post.
He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes. His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat. Not fragile, or brittle. He's seeking an acquittal. No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness.
All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite.
His mighty hands will hardly fail, his intellect is barely frail, he moves his lips in perfect sync, demanding an espresso drink. With passion, he searches, he'll make another purchase. Familiar, you know him, he's saying that you owe him.
All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite.
It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except, instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God, they did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god... themselves.
Buy, take, break, throw it away.
All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite.
I just find it amazing that these guys actually have the gall to criticize American overconsumption while they promote the same capitalist Christian philosophy that is responsible for it. One nation under God you still are apparently, and a commercial god at that.
I enjoy Coldplay's music. But I find you have to be in the mood to listen to it, otherwise it can be someone annoying. It's also the kind of music you have to let grow on you... I admit, the first time I heard "Clocks" I hated it. But that's because it was the most overplayed song on radio since Saliva and "Always".
It was, in fact, "The Scientist" that got me into playing piano. It's the first song I learned.
Which goes to show you just how non-complex it is.
The fact is that I agree with most Coldplay criticism. These guys are saps, pure and simple. None of them are particularly great musicians either. But on the other hand, technical proficiency is not a prerequisite for great songwriting -- in fact I would say that Kurt Cobain was one of the poorest guitar players in the history of contemporary music.
But Chris Martin, high-voiced wuss or not, is gifted with a pretty good ear for songwriting. He knows how to craft a song and that is a fact. And he has a pretty remarkable level of vocal range. They aren't the greatest band on earth and they certainly won't "save the world", but I can name records a lot worse than A Rush of Blood to the Head that get a lot more respect in the world of elitist indie nerds like Hyfe.
