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Sally Earle  |  Dec 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Two years ago Coldplay were touring their second album A Rush Of Blood to the Head at big American venues like Red Rocks and Madison Square Garden, and the likes of Brian Wilson were turning up to show their respect. The band had taken off in America, singer Chris Martin was dating an Oscar winner and sales of CDs and DVDs had nearly peaked at 19 million, but still, it seemed, the worry that blossomed into A Rush Of Blood to the Head and their debut Parachutes was everpresent. Martin apologised for being over-exposed in Britain and fretted over a backlash. But ultimately he was defiant, and told the crowd, ‘We are going to make such a bonkersly brilliant next record that I don’t care. Everything apart from the music is bollocks.’

Flash forward to June 2005. Martin is now married to that Oscar winner, Gwenyth Paltrow and together they have a daughter Apple, who recently turned one. And, after three years and a catalogue of sixty songs, there’s the most keenly awaited third album since Oasis’ Be Here Now. And with X&Y Coldplay have made good on their promise; it is, undoubtedly, ‘bonkersly brilliant’ stuff.

Whilst Be Here Now was a chaotic ode to the excesses of cocaine, X&Y is a record about fear and love, and, in true Coldplay style, near crippling worry. Despite such idiosyncrasies, and several moments, (see ‘The Hardest Part’) that echo 2002’s A Rush of Blood to the Head as Martin opens X&Y with the question, ‘You’re in control/ is there anywhere you wanna go?’ over heavy synthesiser reminiscent of 90’s ambient dance music, it is clear that Coldplay are tracking unfamiliar musical territory. Lyrically they’re in much the same place as they were with the previous two records, (vague, grand statements such as, ‘You know that darkness always turns into light’ and, ‘The tears come streaming down your face/ When you lose something you can’t replace’). But when drummer Will Champion dives into opener ‘Square One’ with a hypnotic drum beat, Guy Berryman joins in with a forward driving bass line and Jonny Buckland rounds off with a dipping and diving guitar line it is clear that Coldplay have become, well, loud.

It could be argued that A Rush Of Blood to the Head opened in a similarly brash fashion with the rolling, rhythmic piano chords of ‘Politik’ but the sound of ‘Square One’ is from another planet altogether. Like the CD’s puzzling tetris-inspired artwork it brings to mind an other-worldly kind of futurism. When Champion’s electric drum beat is almost drowned out by massive guitars and pounding organ, Brian Eno and Berlin-period Bowie come to mind. The song has even, for better or worse, been compared to Radiohead’s ‘Paranoid Android.’

Next song ‘What If’ starts with a fragile piano solo and sees Martin’s worry come to the fore, (‘What if you should decide/ That you don’t want me there in your life’). The song takes flight with a flourish of strings before building to a Beatles’ ‘A Day In The Life’-style climax. Already, it’s been dubbed this album’s ‘The Scientist.’ Indeed, the sentiment of both songs is similar, and formulated around a characteristically vague documentation of vulnerable love. Whereas ‘The Scientist’ explored love lost in wistful reverse, ‘What If’ sees the band clinging to a new kind of hope, (‘You know that darkness always turns into light’) that dominates X&Y. Whilst the fear of losing a loved one lingers in Martin’s mind, it seems that he is able to console himself with the very existence of the love that he fears losing. It’s a complicated, but interesting, binary that runs throughout the record.

‘Fix You’, (almost certainly an open letter to Paltrow after her father’s sudden death) is the album’s standout track and already confirmed as the second single, (the vibrant, but safe, ‘Speed of Sound’ was the first). In this case, the fear that colours ‘What If’ has come to fruition; a loved one has been lost. This is Coldplay’s finest rock ballad thus far and is sure to prove spine-tingling when played live on Coldplay’s imminent ‘Twisted Logic’ tour. The song gradually builds up with strings, acoustic guitar and organ before exploding into something truly extraordinary as Martin takes off with his instantly recognisable falsetto. The word, ‘epic’ comes to mind.

Next track ‘Talk’ is also a standout. It takes its melody line from electro-futurists Kraftwerk’s memorable ‘Computer Love’ around which a completely new song has been constructed. With its huge guitar and permeating bass line, stadiums won’t be big enough to contain it. It’s yet another variation on the fear/love theme, as Martin expresses anxiety over the ambivalence of the future, (‘In the future where will I be?’) and frets when he is unable to talk to, and find comfort in, a loved one. This time it seems that love has failed, and Martin is left of grapple with feelings of isolation and confusion.
‘Speed of Sound’, as mentioned earlier, was lifted as the album’s first single. In many ways, it’s one of the album’s weaker tracks, particularly because the piano is so similar to hit ‘Clocks’ that you can almost sing over it. But it’s because of its similarity to the material on A Rush Of Blood to the Head that it was chosen; in effect it acted as a bridging single between the band’s previous material and their distinctively new sound. And it worked successfully, being the most added song to Australian radio after just two days and entering the Top 10 in the US singles chart, making Coldplay the first British band to do so since The Beatles.
Much of X&Y has a hymnal quality, and ‘A Message’ is one such example. In fact, it borrows from Samuel Crossman’s hymn, ‘My Song is Love Unknown’ with its opening line, ‘My song is love.’ This is a song sure to produce a love or hate reaction: some will find it trite, others will find it moving. Either way, it’s unmistakably Coldplay and again displays an almost naïve belief in the power of love. As Martin so sweetly sings, ‘I’m on you fire for you’, one feels that the inevitable return to fear is, once again, just around the corner.

Closing track ‘Twisted Logic’, an obvious Radiohead rip-off, shows a darker, edgier side to the band. Martin sings ‘You go forwards/ You go backwards’ over a crashing mess of strings and guitar, and it all gets a bit confusing before ending abruptly. It’s a disappointing end to such a riveting album.

Fortunately, bonus track ‘Til Kingdom Come’ leaves the listener on a sweet, familiar note. Whilst the song, (originally written for Johnny Cash) is satisfactory in its simplicity, one is left still thinking of what has come before it: big, brash, futuristic, ambitious songs.

Whilst it’s not as experimental as the new White Stripes album Get Behind Me Satan, X&Y will come as a surprise to many Coldplay fans. As a whole it represents a welcome, daring move from the safety of their old material, and references to Bowie, Pink Floyd, Kraftwerk and Neu have only enriched their sound.

X&Y makes a challenging first listen; at times it makes no sense at all. This is, however, exactly the point: it is both bonkers and brilliant. The chaotic opposition of love and fear is a continuous theme, and one that Coldplay does not completely reconcile, (to the betterment of the record). Indeed, they may not have solved the sum, but Coldplay’s X&Y proves a captivating equation.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  0 comments

American Decca's inept handling of The Who (and to a lesser degree the band's inability to produce frothy pop fare) prevented The Who from breaking in the Unites States until Tommy --and even then it was the pure force of the music and the nascent FM “underground radio” scene that spelled success, with little help from the label.

Michael Fremer  |  Dec 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Brooklyn Dodger fans weren't the only ones heartbroken when their beloved bums moved to Los Angeles. An entire L.A. neighborhood, Chávez Ravine, had to be sacrificed to make way for the new Dodger stadium. Despite the album title, Ry Cooder's Cinemascopic new album is as much about a lost time-the 1950's-as it is about a lost Mexican-American neighborhood known as Chávez Ravine.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  0 comments

As with William Shatner's infamous cover of “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds,” Paul Anka's big band cover of Nirvana's “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was not meant to be a goof. However, unlike Shatner's mangling, Anka pulls it off brilliantly, thanks in part to the suave, sensitive arrangements, but mostly because the Vegas veteran clearly takes the tunes seriously and sees their intrinsic musical and lyrical merit. Whoever did the A&R work made inspired choices as the mix of tunes is eclectic and sometimes daring.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  0 comments

There's an outlaw tune, a tough-chick-struts-her-stuff tune, one about breakup and regret and other familiar subjects, and Kathleen Edwards and her band express it with edgy, pedal steel drenched country roots-rock that has probably already worn familiar pathways through the musical synapses of your mind, but on her sophomore effort, Kathleen Edwards proves she's got the goods to go for the long haul.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  0 comments

“The greatest LP ever recorded in England” gushed The Lama Review (http://www.lysergia.com/LamaReviews/lamaMain.htm) a website dedicated to psychedelic music. “…the best middle Eastern acid folk album ever recorded,” sayeth MOJO. “An oblique masterpiece…” according to Record Collector.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Abbey Lincoln:
In the upside down year of 1961 (not until 6009 will that happen again), the Kennedy era began, Washington D.C. residents finally got the right to vote in presidential elections thanks to the 23rd amendment to the constitution, and the civil rights movement was in its most activist period, with sit-ins staged throughout the south at public places and freedom riders traveling on buses to force the de-segregation of bus terminals as mandated by federal law.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Alec “Rice” Miller isn't the real Sonny Boy Williamson, but whatever, when the original “One Way Out” (later covered by The Allman Brothers) screams from your mono system (okay, your stereo system in mono) you'll know he's real whatever his name is.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  1 comments

By the time Mind Games was issued in December of 1973, John Lennon had lost all semblance of musical and personal balance. Sad, but true. The looming Yoko on the horizon cover said it all. Yet the stunning title tune, with its wistful melody and “summing it all up” lyrics led many fans to believe the revolutionary Beatle had returned to greatness after the formless debacle that was Sometime in New York City, but alas, they were mostly wrong.

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  1 comments

The idea of this 1956 session was for everyone involved to have a chance to blow the roof off Van Gelder's home recording studio. And why not when you have trumpeter Donald Byrd and trombonist Curtis Fuller joining the alto sax player's group for this session, with Sonny Clark on piano backed by drummer Art Taylor and George Joyner on bass?

Michael Fremer  |  Sep 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Today, Houston, Texas seems like one of the last places on earth a bluesman would want to call home (send those emails!), but Sam “Lightnin' “ Hopkins called it home, once he left his small town birthplace, nearby Centerville (population under 1000). His first Houston foray, sometime in the late 1930's, where he accompanied his cousin, the blues singer Alger Alexander, was a bust, so after working on a railroad and singing in the streets he returned home to Centerville.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Does American music get much better than this? No. Cash's twangy Sun sides represent the purist distillation of his art: the mournful, unadorned nasally voice bathed in perfectly timed tape delay backed by the “Tennessee Two.” Could there be a White Stripes without Johnny Cash? Not likely. His influence was enormous, yet no one dared to imitate Johnny Cash, so singular was his musical persona.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  0 comments

I don't have kids. Didn't happen. We've dealt with it. They say if you play Mozart for your kid in the womb it's good for his or her development. I wouldn't know.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  1 comments

I turned 50 when the car manufacturer Saab turned 50, so I celebrated my half century, by treating myself to a day at the Skip Barber racing school held in conjunction with Saab's 50th anniversary celebration/annual Saab club convention, which took place that summer (1997) at the beautiful Waterville Valley Ski Resort-no dogs allowed.

Michael Fremer  |  Oct 01, 2005  |  1 comments

Long considered to be one of the best sounding RCA “Living Stereo” recordings, this Classic Records 45rpm single sided edition takes getting it into your home to new extremes. The flat “other side” means better disc to platter coupling, as does the Quiex SV-P 200 profile, which gives your platter no lip. At 45rpm, the wavelengths get elongated and thus are easier to track-especially at the inner groove area as the spiral gets tighter and tighter.

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