As Radiohead retreated from conventional songwriting into more experimental realms, a market niche opened for groups to pursue an accessible adaptation of melancholy semi-acoustic music patented on The Bends. Just as Creed were a poor-man’s version of Pearl Jam, and Limp Bizkit were an even worse version of Rage Against the Machine, Coldplay are a pale imitation of Radiohead. Where Coldplay fail is that they’re numbingly bland. While vocalist Chris Martin has a plaintive voice, with an impressive upper register, his lyrics might as well have been written by a computer. Musically, they’re a three piece without much identity, even though they pull some strong vocal melodies out on occasion. It is no coincidence that ‘Spies’, the only lyric that doesn’t vaguely skate around the boundaries of a mildly dysfunctional relationship, makes for the most entertaining track. Parachutes is pleasant if you find it cheap, but I can’t see any listener getting extended listening mileage out of it.