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| Ah, Coldplay. Now look what you’ve gone and done. You came strolling down some drizzly beach five years ago, wistfully singing a little tune that would soon become the catalyst for your swelling bank accounts. But it’s all right for you; you can piss off back to your country retreats while WE have to bare the brunt of the repercussions. Because every action has a reaction. And when it’s a very profitable action, there tends to be a fuck load of reactions. |
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Snow Patrol. Athlete. Keane. Embrace. James Clunt. KT Tunstall. Maroon bloody 5. Granted, a couple of these may have been around before the Parachutes Effect, but never before has our proud nation been so inundated with such bland nothingness. Let us put an end to this insane sanity, which probably doesn’t even make sense anyway. I don’t know. I can’t even feel thoughts anymore. ‘Fix You’ is another typical Coldplay single that will become just as inescapable as the last, and no doubt the next. I need not describe how this sounds. Trust me, you already know. The song is nice enough, but that is precisely the problem.
So, in summary, choose ‘Fix You’. Choose Ikea catalogues and a Ford Focus. Choose some ridiculously priced coffee mocha latte frothy crap, a Chelsea season ticket and two separate day tickets to the V Festival. Choose a carefully constructed, pre-arranged lifestyle and a Daily Mail. Choose Coldplay.
Right, I’m off down Starbucks to read my adult cover versioned Harry Potter. |
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| Rik Salmon - 4/10 |
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