The Radiohead comparisons begin and end here: the deft use of grand piano and occasional falsetto; a grandeur seldom heard on record.
The Travis comparisons begin and end here: a second album better than their first; soaring, impassioned vocals; the Radiohead clones label no longer valid.
The U2 comparisons begin and end here: sometimes Edge-like guitar, sometimes Bono-like vox; an album made for stadiums; a band taxied into position and ready for take-off.
The Parachutes comparisons begin and end here: a less immediate and intimate album; but, like the first, one that gets better with each listen. Only 'Green Eyes' would belong on Parachutes; the rest are the sound of Coldplay finding a new and even more impressive voice.
A Rush of Blood to the Head is as good as rock gets. Hard to see how anything else released this year can compare.

Of course, I heard someone call them the UK version of the Dave Matthews Band.
The Dave Matthews Band comparisons begin and end here: Er. No.
I can't stand Coldplay for one reason: Chris has a Thom Yorke complex. It seems rather sad to me. Radiohead nuances that are difficult to define, all wrapped up in a similar package, sold to the oblivious. If you get out the microscope, you may wonder how Coldplay gets any respect at all. If you ever sit down to a keyboard and try to play Radiohead and Coldplay, you'll see what i'm talking about. Actually, you might even catch my drift by cross referencing some sheet music. Might i suggest? Compare Radiohead's Like Spinning Plates and Coldplay's In My Place. Similar? Now watch a live performance of each. Similar? spacey, aloof, hairs trimmed in likeness, lips touching the mic, the left-to-right wiggle, f*cking everything. A lot of Coldplay's music is quite beautiful, even with ripped-off auras. They don't seem to be inovating, nor do they give credit to their influences. That's why it doesn't sit well with me. feels cheap
i actually like coldplay's new album for one reason: they have emulated the greatest rock band ever in radiohead. if you don't look or listen closely, you might think that the lead singer is actually thom yorke. while this album is good, it does not meet the unblemished quality defined by radiohead. however, i applaud the effort.
i actually like coldplay's new album for one reason: they have emulated the greatest rock band ever in radiohead. if you don't look or listen closely, you might think that the lead singer is actually thom yorke. while this album is good, it does not meet the unblemished quality defined by radiohead. however, i applaud the effort.
Picture yourself as the poor sap at the carnival with the job of sitting on the bench over the dunk tank waiting for some sinister juvenile delinquent to come along and soak you head to foot. Then picture some particularly abominable miscreant comes along and hits the target on the very first throw of the night. Welcome to the first 5 seconds of Coldplay’s new album, a madly orchestrated 7th chord that immediately immerses the listener in a torrent of cacophonous curiosity. The opening of “Politik”, the first track on A Rush of Blood to the Head, is an explosion of everything that a pop song isn’t supposed to be, and that’s what makes it brilliant.
This has always been Coldplay’s angle: a sound that not only defies the norm of British power-pop, but, perhaps intentionally, mocks everything that is wrong with music today. It really shouldn’t work, and in some places it doesn’t -- the droning tedium of “God Put a Smile Upon Your Face” is one good example -- but the thing that pisses off so many of the nay-sayers is, for some inexplicable reason, there is something here that begs the question: “How has nobody thought to do this before?” The deceptively ambiguous lyrics do have a kind of seductive depth; in the album’s title track, lead singer Chris Martin mewls out a liberal mantra with John Lennon-like grace (“I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war/ If you can tell me something worth fighting for”).
I don’t want to overplay the power of this album. It is far from flawless. The vocal lines that run throughout with almost ubiquitous high falsetto sections resembling the bands biggest hit single “Yellow”, get old faster than Robin Williams in “Jack”.
The thing this album does have is an exponential compounding of the ingenuity of the band’s debut Parachutes, not to mention a heavy dose of modified influences from the roots of British pop – as with the lunatic Who-esque chorus of “A Whisper”, and the sweeping melody of “Daylight” which reeks of George Harrison and curry.
One of the staples of Parachutes has not disappeared, the melancholic love songs that the band tosses out to land somewhere between cliché and novel. The only difference is that this time there’s less angst and more heart.
A Rush of Blood to the Head falls short of it’s aim to redefine what pop can be, but it succeeds in proving to the world that with so precious few minor changes, trite can be beautiful and new can be newer.
I couldn't believe it when I heard "Daylight" by Coldplay- I thought for a second I was listening to a piece by Radiohead...especially Pyramid. A huge fan of Radiohead's, mainly because their music was able to stand apart from everyone else's. However, I can't deny I really enjoy Coldplay's tunes.