Look, there wants to make us the writing guild of Intro & Co smooth but believe the new album by Coldplay would the music community columns. In those who find all the pathos, the emotional or lustful sufferer in Chris Martin's voice cruel and those who appreciate exactly on this album. Well, take a look at the charts reveals that the two camps will prevail. And yet, dear critics: a little you're right. Since so come along a few Brits, do not care about conventions or attitudes, nor any star cult. But simply make only music. Honest, direct, and thankfully free of the pressure of expectations of their first successful album. And then turns out to be what so obviously goes against the current of time, but as mainstream? Sometimes that's how it is. Maybe it's just the honesty of the feelings and the grandiose security in finding the appropriate melodies that makes so intoxicatingly beautiful album. And that at a high level. With a catchiness that nevertheless skillfully circumnavigating any arbitrariness. And a simplicity of melody that even after repeated listening never leads still to be flat. An album without experiments, without the overblown claim a great philosophical intellectualism. That may be criticized. Or you just committed to the simple truths of life. Love is something very trivial. She is beautiful. They enjoy, making them suffer. All of us. And this is the album to do so. With the voice to do so. Simple as the world. I think that's terrific. And that's why I love this album.
