It seems an awfully long time since I posted a blog. That's because it is an awfully long time since I posted one. I'm fed up to the back teeth with being stalked by facebook at present so I thought I'd try and remember my blogger password, which took some effort at this juncture, and write something here.
Anyway, I felt like writing something in defence of Coldplay because I got sick of seeing silly reviews about their new album, Mylo Xyloto. I got the album as a download on release day, 24th October. Unusual for me because I'm still very much a CD buyer. BUT, I must point out that it was part of a thing where you got it sent to your email on release day and I will actually get the CD, vinyl, book, poster and some other bits and pieces as part of this deal sent from the U.K. in December. I'm just a teenager at heart, if the truth be told, and will get a kick out of receiving this stuff via post. Teenager in a 41 year old body. Getting squidgier around the edges by the day.
What prompted me to want to write this was seeing a silly review in which the reviewer managed to make it seem a bad thing that the songs on Mylo Xyloto were instantly recognisable. To the effect that Chris Martin must have thought that he'd have to grab our attention straight away or we mightn't bother to come back for a second listen. OH WHAT BOLLOCKS!
How about he simply, after all this time, knows how to write a decent song? After eleven years of hits the band might even know what they're doing. Just because something is radio friendly doesn't mean the band has nothing to offer. Some reviewers have their heads so far up their own Areas that it isn't funny. Music is to be ENJOYED.
Mylo Xyloto, the little piece of music that opens the album of the same name, is 42 or 3 seconds of joy as far as I'm concerned. I find it quite beautiful. And as I heard Mylo Xyloto fall into Hurts Like Heaven for the first time, I felt that exquisite happy/sad feeling that comes from hearing the sound of the perfect combination of uplifting music with lyrics that I could relate to at a heart level.The words managed to tug my heart in the opposite direction of the sound of the music, and that is always a source of musical pleasure. The happy sad ache. At this age the line "I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine" is something that is very real to me and is very close to the "I feel that my life doesn't belong to me" that I've been telling anyone who'll listen for the last year. It's a solid, thoroughly enjoyable album and I'd recommend it to anyone who doesn't already own it.
Thank goodness that there's a band out there making music that is meant to be enjoyed
. It doesn't have to show off or be something it's not. It's just decent music. And music that will last and still sound good in twenty years time. I just wish I was a teenager hearing this. This album would be the soundtrack to my youth. It would be the album I'd get ready for school to in the morning and it would be what I'd listen to while I did my homework. These songs would be what I'd associate with a certain period of my life and I'd think of that period fondly as I got older.
I thank Coldplay for 11 years of music happiness.
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