What seemed at first a plaintive, pensive troubador is now a wildly uninhibited frontman. Chris Martin, once stoic and painfully shy, now displays a raucous even playful bravado to his arena crowds. The headiness of his newfound freedom shot out in the laser-lights of 2002’s Clocks, was relished in the organ layers of 2005’s Fix You and then celebrated in the fanfare of 2008’s Viva La Vida. Now, if this first single is any reliable indicator, we have the “after-party rave” in Every Teardrop is a Waterfall . Perhaps their headphones will be too tight to hear the critics’ reviews.
Ever since Rush of Blood to the Head and especially since X&Y, Coldplay has been criticized for playing it safe, using the same bag of tricks, not crafting definitive enough lyrics. Coldplay has been a band that critics love to hate and it’s soon becoming a band that long-time-fans will hate to love. According to Luis Tovar of prettymuchamazing.com, there may be “less embarrassing” tracks than the “subpar” first single making the cut. Hopefully in Coldplay’s newest album, like Chris Martin himself, first appearance will be deceiving. This however may be the album where instead of merely being self-referential they become cannibal; instead referencing itself this band may finally eat itself.