Pitchfork has published its review of Coldplay's new album, and unsurprisingly, the reviewer, Ryan Dombal, doesn't like it much.
The weird thing is that while I agree with some of what Dombal says, I still like Viva la Vida. Perhaps I'm just a Coldplay mark no matter what bad things I hear even if I agree? Perhaps why I can agree with Dombal is that while he spends most of his review tearing down Chris Martin, his lyrics, and the point of the band, Dombal concludes:
Because while they ape their forebears without mercy, there's no mistaking a Coldplay song from a U2 or Radiohead song. The new album expands their individuality in tiny, effective ways while maintaining their world-beating gifts. The record's violent, revolution-themed artwork is misleading. Viva is more like a bloodless coup-- shrewd and inconspicuous in its progressive impulses.
It's not the kindest appreciation of the album, but it does, after all, show the album can be appreciated.
Oh, and who gives a fuck about Pitchfork anyways?