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I despise Coldplay, so luckily there’s an anti-coldplay article in the New York Times that helps to assauge my despisingness in what shapes up to be the Week of Wallow, er, Josh-Groban-with-Guitars, er, Coldplay.
"A fast-paced, suspenseful dystopian picaresque, part Huck Finn and part bizarro-world Swiss Family Robinson..."
---Kirkus
Long-listed for the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award and finalist for the Crawford Award. Title short story listed for the 2000 O. Henry award.
I despise Coldplay, so luckily there’s an anti-coldplay article in the New York Times that helps to assauge my despisingness in what shapes up to be the Week of Wallow, er, Josh-Groban-with-Guitars, er, Coldplay.
Mon, June 6 2005 » Music
>But put them all together and they add up to Coldplay, the most insufferable band of the decade.
This journalist has never heard Five For Fighting. Good grief. Good. Grief.
Agreed!
I should have qualified what I said, actually. I think Coldplay as a band per se can make decent music. Better than some. But I don’t understand why they’ve been annointed “Rock Gods”, or ascribed so much importance for what are essentially “nice” songs.
And my favorite quote from the Playlouder review, which sums it up pretty much for me:
“Men as deliriously happy and unremittingly lucky as Chris Martin should only make records once every five or ten years.”
Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll admit that I’ve been listening to ‘em a lot lately-they’re kind of my musical equivalent of searching for a word that means how it feels to be happy and sad at the same time. But there’s a leap between that and being teh best band evar exclamation point exclamation point eleven.