cmb737 said:I find the "quaking" about Coldplay being the biggest band in the world (when many would argue they already were prior to either of the new albums by U2 or Coldplay) interesting. Unheard of in my time here at interference.
I find most of the comments completely biased towards U2, with an emphasis on pointing out what Coldplay lacks rather than hoping that there is another great album to listen to this year.
Both bands are media juggernauts, and to deny that it is a PR move for both bands to lay claim to the biggest band in the world title is shortsighted in my opinion.
They both want to sell a lot of their albums and be very popular, and leave a great legacy.
The line that I find the most interesting was the review that stated X&Y (I paraphrase) is the blockbuster album that HTDAAB was supposed to be.
Why is everyone tearing down another world class band, for the sake of U2? Why can't we have multiple great bands that we can enjoy(or hell, not enjoy if that's the case too)? I hear many people on this board bitch daily about the state of music and how horrible it is, and here is Coldplay poised to give us what promises to at least be an interesting album...and all many of you can do is tear them down for rivaling U2 as the biggest band in the world. The same thing happened when Green Day was competing with U2 for some grammy nods...that album is brilliant (the best American album in years in my estimation) and all many did was tear it down, tear it down...instead of enjoying it for what it was and not hating it for being a perceived (and poorly so) threat to U2's self/media made throne.
Is U2 being the biggest, baddest, and most famously exposed so great? Do your friends compliment you daily on your wonderful foresight and good luck for betting on the winning horse that is U2? I find that U2 being what they are now is a bit annoying Tickets are harder to get, most of my interaction with non-U2 fans is defensive now, constant scrutiny by everyone in the media...I could use a little less mass media in my U2 these days. I liked the idea of the Ipod commercial, loved the actual video, even yearn for one of my own...but I hate defending that damn song and ad. I liked the underdog feeling of U2 when they were fighting for their audience during Popmart and rejoicing with them during Elevation. I choose to celebrate the fact that there is a growing trend in my favorite genre of music towards quality once again and not a moment too soon. I embrace all good music, regardless of the self titled, media titled or untitled. I haven't heard the rest of Coldplay's album, but I don't want to lose out on enjoying it because I am scared or pissed off about Chris Martin and his Bono-sized ego.
U2Fan101 said:
Nomination for post of the year!
tommycharles said:
I think almost every band will say their current album is the best, no matter how much it actually blows (see Oasis and the Standing on the Shoulder of Giants album).
Bomb is their best since Achtung, though.
bombergirl1978 said:I love all 3 of Coldplays albums, and while a couple of their songs really get to your heart, they still don't reach the spirituality and heart that U2 has. U2 isn't the greatest band in the world because they sell alot of albums. they're the greatest band in the world because of how their music reaches people, and how they connect with their audience. Coldplay may sell alot of albums, but they have a ways to go before they reach U2's level. And, like I said, I love Coldplay. Its kinda the same for Oasis.
cmb737 said:
I agree and disagree with you in the same 6 seconds to read your post.
HTDAAB is certainly their best (my wife hits me while I write this, saying Pop! Pop!) since Achtung Baby.
I quite like, however, Standing on the Shoulder of Giants. I am most certainly the only American that does, and perhaps the only one on the continent. Let me tell you why...and I think this relates to why I can tolerate Coldplay more than many that have expressed otherwise on here:
U2 is the ONLY band that I follow as closely as I do. I am most certainly in the category described earlier as not knowing the guitar player's name in Coldplay. I don't really know crap about Billie Joe Armstrong. I couldn't tell you what high school Tim Rice-Oxley of Keane went to. The constant fued between the Gallagher brothers and what seems to be every member of the G8 and their population is lost on me. I don't read Rolling Stone (anymore) and I don't watch VH1. I do use Itunes to find new music, and their is lots that is great out there. I enjoy the music of it...not the universe of it. For some reason I am able to find the pH balance of Larry Mullen's pool interesting, but couldn't care less about many details of other bands. I don't really know why the Smashing Pumpkins broke up, or perhaps I can't remember. I don't know what Lane Staley overdosed on. I can't tell you the exact hour John Lennon was shot.
THE MUSIC IS THE MESSAGE, judge that. One of the things that being U2 fans has made us is overanalytical of everything else because U2 is so much bigger than life. Hardly anything they do is unnoticed, unprinted, unphotographed, unrecorded.
It's all good, and it's ok to like more than one band. You can't help what vibrations move you. Unless, of course, it is Kelly Clarkson.
caragriff said:Here's an article that is not quite so flattering for Coldplay. There is a huge backlash facing Coldplay right now.... (and not just on this site)
New York Times
June 5, 2005
The Case Against Coldplay
By JON PARELES
THERE'S nothing wrong with self-pity. As a spur to songwriting, it's right up there with lust, anger and greed, and probably better than the remaining deadly sins. There's nothing wrong, either, with striving for musical grandeur, using every bit of skill and studio illusion to create a sound large enough to get lost in. Male sensitivity, a quality that's under siege in a pop culture full of unrepentant bullying and machismo, shouldn't be dismissed out of hand, no matter how risible it can be in practice. And building a sound on the lessons of past bands is virtually unavoidable.
But put them all together and they add up to Coldplay, the most insufferable band of the decade.
This week Coldplay releases its painstakingly recorded third album, "X&Y" (Capitol), a virtually surefire blockbuster that has corporate fortunes riding on it. (The stock price plunged for EMI Group, Capitol's parent company, when Coldplay announced that the album's release date would be moved from February to June, as it continued to rework the songs.)
"X&Y" is the work of a band that's acutely conscious of the worldwide popularity it cemented with its 2002 album, "A Rush of Blood to the Head," which has sold three million copies in the United States alone. Along with its 2000 debut album, "Parachutes," Coldplay claims sales of 20 million albums worldwide. "X&Y" makes no secret of grand ambition.
Clearly, Coldplay is beloved: by moony high school girls and their solace-seeking parents, by hip-hop producers who sample its rich instrumental sounds and by emo rockers who admire Chris Martin's heart-on-sleeve lyrics. The band emanates good intentions, from Mr. Martin's political statements to lyrics insisting on its own benevolence. Coldplay is admired by everyone - everyone except me.
It's not for lack of skill. The band proffers melodies as imposing as Romanesque architecture, solid and symmetrical. Mr. Martin on keyboards, Jonny Buckland on guitar, Guy Berryman on bass and Will Champion on drums have mastered all the mechanics of pop songwriting, from the instrumental hook that announces nearly every song they've recorded to the reassurance of a chorus to the revitalizing contrast of a bridge. Their arrangements ascend and surge, measuring out the song's yearning and tension, cresting and easing back and then moving toward a chiming resolution. Coldplay is meticulously unified, and its songs have been rigorously cleared of anything that distracts from the musical drama.
Unfortunately, all that sonic splendor orchestrates Mr. Martin's voice and lyrics. He places his melodies near the top of his range to sound more fragile, so the tunes straddle the break between his radiant tenor voice and his falsetto. As he hops between them - in what may be Coldplay's most annoying tic - he makes a sound somewhere between a yodel and a hiccup. And the lyrics can make me wish I didn't understand English. Coldplay's countless fans seem to take comfort when Mr. Martin sings lines like, "Is there anybody out there who / Is lost and hurt and lonely too," while a strummed acoustic guitar telegraphs his aching sincerity. Me, I hear a passive-aggressive blowhard, immoderately proud as he flaunts humility. "I feel low," he announces in the chorus of "Low," belied by the peak of a crescendo that couldn't be more triumphant about it.
In its early days, Coldplay could easily be summed up as Radiohead minus Radiohead's beat, dissonance or arty subterfuge. Both bands looked to the overarching melodies of 1970's British rock and to the guitar dynamics of U2, and Mr. Martin had clearly heard both Bono's delivery and the way Radiohead's Thom Yorke stretched his voice to the creaking point.
Unlike Radiohead, though, Coldplay had no interest in being oblique or barbed. From the beginning, Coldplay's songs topped majesty with moping: "We're sinking like stones," Mr. Martin proclaimed. Hardly alone among British rock bands as the 1990's ended, Coldplay could have been singing not only about private sorrows but also about the final sunset on the British empire: the old opulence meeting newly shrunken horizons. Coldplay's songs wallowed happily in their unhappiness.
"Am I a part of the cure / Or am I part of the disease," Mr. Martin pondered in "Clocks" on "A Rush of Blood to the Head." Actually, he's contagious. Particularly in its native England, Coldplay has spawned a generation of one-word bands - Athlete, Embrace, Keane, Starsailor, Travis and Aqualung among them - that are more than eager to follow through on Coldplay's tremulous, ringing anthems of insecurity. The emulation is spreading overseas to bands like the Perishers from Sweden and the American band Blue Merle, which tries to be Coldplay unplugged.
A band shouldn't necessarily be blamed for its imitators - ask the Cure or the Grateful Dead. But Coldplay follow-throughs are redundant; from the beginning, Coldplay has verged on self-parody. When he moans his verses, Mr. Martin can sound so sorry for himself that there's hardly room to sympathize for him, and when he's not mixing metaphors, he fearlessly slings clichés. "Are you lost or incomplete," Mr. Martin sings in "Talk," which won't be cited in any rhyming dictionaries. "Do you feel like a puzzle / you can't find your missing piece."
Coldplay reached its musical zenith with the widely sampled piano arpeggios that open "Clocks": a passage that rings gladly and, as it descends the scale and switches from major to minor chords, turns incipiently mournful. Of course, it's followed by plaints: "Tides that I tried to swim against / Brought me down upon my knees."
On "X&Y," Coldplay strives to carry the beauty of "Clocks" across an entire album - not least in its first single, "Speed of Sound," which isn't the only song on the album to borrow the "Clocks" drumbeat. The album is faultless to a fault, with instrumental tracks purged of any glimmer of human frailty. There is not an unconsidered or misplaced note on "X&Y," and every song (except the obligatory acoustic "hidden track" at the end, which is still by no means casual) takes place on a monumental soundstage.
As Coldplay's recording budgets have grown, so have its reverberation times. On "X&Y," it plays as if it can already hear the songs echoing across the world. "Square One," which opens the album, actually begins with guitar notes hinting at the cosmic fanfare of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" (and "2001: A Space Odyssey"). Then Mr. Martin, never someone to evade the obvious, sings about "the space in which we're traveling."
As a blockbuster band, Coldplay is now looking over its shoulder at titanic predecessors like U2, Pink Floyd and the Beatles, pilfering freely from all of them. It also looks to an older legacy; in many songs, organ chords resonate in the spaces around Mr. Martin's voice, insisting on churchly reverence.
As Coldplay's music has grown more colossal, its lyrics have quietly made a shift on "X&Y." On previous albums, Mr. Martin sang mostly in the first person, confessing to private vulnerabilities. This time, he sings a lot about "you": a lover, a brother, a random acquaintance. He has a lot of pronouncements and advice for all of them: "You just want somebody listening to what you say," and "Every step that you take could be your biggest mistake," and "Maybe you'll get what you wanted, maybe you'll stumble upon it" and "You don't have to be alone." It's supposed to be compassionate, empathetic, magnanimous, inspirational. But when the music swells up once more with tremolo guitars and chiming keyboards, and Mr. Martin's voice breaks for the umpteenth time, it sounds like hokum to me.
zoopop said:That article from the NY times sums up how I feel about X&Y too. I bought it yesterday and barely got to the 10th song on the album. There is nothing great or extradinary about it. I expected so much more from Coldplay. I love Parchutes and Rush of Blood.., seen Coldplay in concert, but X&Y is such a lazy album. And enough with these U2 comparisions or dethroaning U2 for the biggest band. Coldplay has a very long way to go if they even want to be in the same class as U2. The way X&Y sounds and Martin is going I don't even know if Coldplay has 2 more albums in them. So far X&Y is the most disappointing album I've heard in a long time and I think Coldplay's sudden popularity is going to hurt them during this time in their young careers.
Pero said:IMO:
Coldplay has good music, but to cowardly singer. I bet if i sneeze on him, he would break some bones
U2 is U2, better than rest
But nobody is talking about The Rolling Stones!They are old, but they are biggest.