Coldplay- bedwetters or genius?
Alan Mcgee famously called Coldplay bedwetters. It didn’t stop them being superstars.
They are a difficult group to hate. There is a certain affability about them. A niceness that doesn’t grate and they do write richly melodic songs that sound good of Smooth FM or any of those radio humdrum radio stations. ‘Yellow’ has an emotive quality. A genuine yearning. Like Elbow and a whole raft of big airy bands they deal in community sing songs for the UK since we discovered emotions and blubbing in public became acceptable- a ‘rollercoaster ride of emotions’ as people like to say.
This raft of bands deal in the big spaces, this is music made for Glastonbury, if punk was about claustrophobia these bands are about space.
This is the sound of the 21st century- polished to an inch of its life. Music that sounds good on posh car stereos. Music that is like a cardigan or a round of golf or a comfort blanket. Cleaner and more polished than a BBC presenter at Glastonbury’s shoes! Nice. Nice. Nice.
Are they genius? there’s a certain cleverness about them. A natural gift for melody but none of that sex, style and subversion stuff. None of that gets in the way.
Where are the lunatics or the sex goons, where are wild eyed freaks? where is Jimi Hendrix or Elvis or Marc Bolan or Sly Stone? where are the tightrope walkers? the lunatic genius of sex music?
So does have the devil have the best tunes? is this corporate pop or is there an independent spirt flickering here? is this the soundtrack to the rest of our lives?
So it’s up to you dear reader- Coldplay bedwetters or genius?