We've said it before but it bears repeating: Coldplay are unfairly maligned. Just because they make popular songs, are hugely rich and yet don't conform to every rock-band cliche in the book (OK, we'll pass over the one about the frontman marrying a film star), it seems necessary to mock their every move. No wonder they've been taken to American hearts: there they actually like and encourage success.
Perhaps all those who denegrate Coldplay as being whiny bedwetting cohorts of Keane and Snow Patrol would think differently if they saw them live. At the Arena last night, Martin and co were awesomely powerful, Jonny Buckland's riffs set to stadium and anthem after anthem blowing away any of the bad moods they'd suggested they'd been in.
True, Martin doesn't so much like the sound of his own voice as like the sound of the crowd's - too often he opts for simply playing along as the audience bellow the words to Yellow. It's fun for a while, and then a little annoying - you don't pay £42.50 to hear the bloke next to you roaring the words. But in a sense it does prove how effortless Martin and co find writing memorable, clear-eyed pop songs.
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