There's a new Coldplay song out now called "Midnight." In the song's video, Chris Martin stands in the frozen wilderness, singing wordless garbles in a bleary, sickeningly holy croon. There's a moment where it cuts to a solemn wolf, staring into the camera. It is this exact moment where we realize Coldplay is tired of even attempting to look hip. Martin has accepted his place as a permanent lounge act, happy to headline confused festivals, desperately trying to strike at the lowest common denominator. The band has become a whiter Bon Iver, which almost seems impossible.
This is all fine, of course. We will continue to enjoy the one or two Coldplay songs that will inevitably bounce around the radio, and we will all salute them as they recede back into the darkness with our money and children. It's actually pretty phenomenal how a guy like Chris Martin has managed to be so successful in an artistic field while saying absolutely nothing of consequence in a career. His most provocative moment was when he told that radio station that he liked Nickelback. He's got an undeniable ear for melody, but words do not come easy to Mr. Yoouuuuuuuuu Arrreeeeeeee.More »