A Rush Of Blood To The Head
It’s difficult to imagine a less appropriate album title for Coldplay, the purveyors of pre-meditated, neatly-packaged, post-adolescent angst. A Rush Of Blood To The Head is more expansive and ambitious than its predecessor, opening with the aggressive Brit-pop of ‘Politik’ and taking on more ambitious material like ‘Warning Sign’ and ‘Amsterdam’. Meanwhile, ‘Clocks’ is the group’s best song yet, based on a Martin piano riff, proving that as mundane as he is, he’s still the most interesting member of Coldplay’s personnel. The other guys might help write the tunes or something, but they’re completely faceless behind their instruments, and are a subservient backdrop to Martin’s vision of sensitive and inoffensive adult pop/rock. It’s not like these Coldplay albums are particularly bad; it’s pretty difficult to find any bad songs on them. But there’s so much more interesting music out there than this faceless conglomerate of British musicians; they’re competent in every aspect, but excellent in none, neglecting what makes great music great in the first place.