Forget about the faux French Revolution uniforms. Flag away accusations they make "music for bedwetters". And ignore all that gossip about the Hollywood marriage, the macrobiotic diet and naming your kids after fruit.
When Coldplay take to the stage, something epic happens. Singles you've dismissed as radio-friendly fodder become foot-stomping classics. Songs thought of as straight U2 ripoffs turn into surprisingly grunty rock numbers. And you'll find yourself singing along to previously ropey ballads, as the British rock act bend them into stirring singalongs, warming your heart like a nice hot cup of cocoa.
Even frontman Chris Martin stops being an annoying celebrity do-gooder when he plays live, endearing himself to the crowd with his tailor-made lyrics, self-deprecating humour and overwhelming energy. Thanks to his rafter-raising voice and deft piano skills, you can even forgive Martin when he dances around like a drunk teddy bear, pretending he's been shot.
Read the full review article at the Coldplay forum here onwards.
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