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In
a recent interview, Chris Martin hoped that Coldplay's third album
would justify the faith of the fans who had been audacious enough to
risk investing in their banal, lacklustre, dadrock vision. In
particular, Martin was concerned for the welfare of '15 year old kids'
who 'risked a beating' for proclaiming their allegiance to Coldplay.
Just imagine, if you will, such a confrontation in the comprehensive
playground of Martin's fevered imagination:
THUG1: 'ere...yew COLDPLAY FAN: Yes beastly basher, what do you want? THUG1: We 'ear you bin listening to that there Coldplay. We don't like that boys, do we? THUG2: You ain't 'alf gotta point there Basher. THUG
1: It's not so much his whinging voice that gets to me, nor even his
irritating habit of writing things on 'is 'ands. It's more their
derivative sub-Radiohead vacuousity that really gets my goat. COLDPLAY FAN: Cripes, sorry Basher..i never knew. THUG 1:Well, go and listen to this 'Appy 'Ardcore Enthems an' per'aps we'll say no more abaht it.
What
a load of old tosh. Anyway, the album deploys the gratuitous use of the
word 'honey' to signify emotion, set to a stirring backdrop of not a
lot. Here's a more likely scenario:
PREFECT: You there. MARTIN: Who sir, me sir? PREFECT:
Yes, Martin tertius is it, or whatever your name is. I hear you've been
listening to a dangerous cocktail of U2 and Tears for Fears. What have
you to say for youself? MARTIN: Sorry sir, won't let it happen again sir. PREFECT: It had better not. Go and clean my study, and don't drop the soap. |