If you can, go see them – you’ll come away feeling a lot happier than you went in, and if that’s not worth the price of a ticket, I don’t know what is.
“Trans Europe Express” runs to its own timetable. An epic, brilliant work, whose sounds and techniques I now hear in vast amounts of pop music’s DNA in the thirty-two years since its release.
What’s going on, here, then? For once, a Coldplay album has left me feeling curious, rather than emotionally drained, bruised, bored, or weepy (delete as applicable.) I want to explore it more, and delve into its sonic pockets, decipher the rather abstract lyrics and work out what it’s all about. Apart from ‘Violet Hill’, there’s nothing here that’ll spawn a number one, although ‘Yes’ will lift hundreds of thousands of concert goers into the stratosphere.
As you can tell, all of the reviews going up today are older ones of mine (I lost a lot when I accidentally deleted my old music review blog… and I thought I had saved them somewhere; I can only hope I archived them back in London). As such, this starts fairly tersely: I decided […]
A bunch of teenagers singing about heartbreak? Check. Esoteric English voice? Check. Music tabloid hype? Check. Still, at least there’s substance to the style.