Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


x&y and zzzzzzzz...

Coldplay bores me. It's not that these guys are bad. It's that they aren't particularly good. And when each *new* single sounds like the previous one, it makes me wonder: What's all the hype about?

A quick listen to songs like "Clocks" and "Speed of Sound" (a.k.a. "Clocks, Part Deux") reveals guys who are quite talented at discovering solid pop hooks. But unlike revered icons like Radiohead and unheralded bands like Muse, there's no depth and no feeling. It's the kind of watered-down MTV-friendly dribble that sells records. Millions and millions of them.

For another snooty and condescending review (also likely drafted by former college radio dorks), check out Pitchfork Media.

Don't get me wrong. We could certainly do a lot worse than listen to Mister Gwyneth Paltrow and his friendly piano.

But we could certainly do a lot better, too.


Post a Comment

<< Home