Coldplay’s song “Blood Rush to Head” turns 20

Coldplay tacky. We know that. They know that. Ever since the world first saw Chris Martin running on the beach in the “Yellow” video, Coldplay has been corny. Sometimes this folly takes the form of self-deprecation, and sometimes it manifests itself as very serious nonsense. Sometimes, it feels like desperation, as if Coldplay was shining on both Max Martin And the BTS on file successful mission To achieve first place last year. However, at certain points in their history, Coldplay turned that foolishness to their advantage, doing things that no non-vulgar band could ever accomplish. For example: “hours.” a cool The band could never have made “hours,” which is why “hours” stands as an eternal argument that coldness is overrated.

Let’s talk about “hours” for a minute. For my money, Clocks is the best song on Coldplay’s second album a rush of blood to the Head, who is 20 years old today. For my money, “Watches” is also the best thing Coldplay has ever done. I say this even though I have no idea what “clocks” is about. A problem that can not be named? A tiger waiting to be tamed? The tides that Chris Martin tried to swim against? Someone shoots an apple off the head of Chris Martin? whatever. There is nothing wrong. Did not matter. Watches don’t seem to have any specific theme as it goes beyond privacy. It doesn’t even capture any individual feeling. Instead, it captures the feeling itself, in all its chaotic grandeur.

That bearish piano? That loud bass? The way you hit those drums, like a smashed ball suddenly hitting your wall? This rush of threads to the head? It’s almost too nice to analyze it. It’s not a song, it’s more a weather system. It’s the purple sky over the mountains at sunrise, so beautiful that it doesn’t look real. For vast expanses of “hours,” Chris Martin allows this lie to rise above all, sad and cheerful, strong and vulnerable, sweet, bitter, and forever. As Martin starts singing about home, home, and where he wants to go, his cloudy, bulging lyrics somehow escape the confines of middle school poetry and go global. The entire song sounds like U2 got drunk in the big room trance of the early 1900s. It’s puffy and majestic and awkward and so, so beautiful. When a song like “Clocks” comes along, there’s no point in resisting, asking questions. You just have to come forward, to let that fucker wash over you.

Coldplay had been flirting with this kind of transcendence even before a rush of blood to the Head. This “yellow” video may be cliched, but it was tacky in a charming and effective way, much like the song itself. The ‘yellow’ was enough to get Coldplay out of the world of British ballistic bombers falling past Radiohead, Travises and Star Sailors and world feeders, and into orbit. You can plan the rise of Coldplay from the moment they released their debut in 2000 umbrellas. Just look at where Coldplay sat in Glastonbury’s line-up of three festivals. 1999: Before umbrellas Coldplay comes out in something called the New Tent – it’s supposed to be one of those areas revelers go to when they’re looking for a good place to light a fire or wave one of those signs. 2000: umbrellas Looming, Coldplay makes up a third of the way on the bill on the other stage, playing ahead of Death In Vegas, Elastica, Wannadies and David Gray. (Meanwhile, Travis tops the whole damn thing.) 2002: Coldplay’s title on the Pyramid Stage, the biggest stage at the world’s largest music festival. They’re one album in their career, and they’ve really found something like eternity.

Coldplay wasn’t supposed to be in Glastonbury in 2002. They were a last-second substitute for the Strokes, who had been out on bail at the festival two weeks before it was due to take place. It’s a bit like filling a pulp for Stone Roses that just broke in 1995, blasting themselves to stardom, but it’s also nothing of the sort. That big singing in 1995’s “Common People” was an unexpected delight, an indication that Pulp had suddenly gotten into the rarefied air. In 2002, Coldplay was already breathing that air. in the UK, umbrellas It was the #1 album that went platinum nine times. Strokes may be cooler Choice, but none of the wet punters who sang along with “Yellow” seemed to wish they’d hear Last Nite instead.

Two months after Glastonbury, Coldplay made a strong comeback. In interviews, the group talked about how they roughly describe them afterwards umbrellasHow did they doubt their ability to release their first album? They also had the events of 9/11 on their minds; Chris Martin said he wrote “Politik”, the opening track from a rush of blood to the HeadThe day the planes hit. To hear them say it, the lead single “In My Place” was the breakthrough, the moment the group realized they were could Write a bigger and better song. I don’t doubt Coldplay felt anxious working on it a rush of blood to the Head, but you can’t hear that angst at work on the album. While that, a rush of blood to the Head It stands as one of the most trusted rock music records of the century. Coldplay was just starting to get around the idea that they were Importantand responded by progressing, reaching a sky full of stars.

It’s almost confusing to hear soothing music with such great bravado. Coldplay’s fragility has been a key part of its appeal from the start. They have spent most umbrellas into Jeff Buckley’s volatile vocal pupil situation, resulting in the kind of rice paper weakness that turned the band into an anti-gay punching group in Virgo 40 years old. This weakness is everywhere a rush of blood to the Head. When Chris Martin’s words become concrete enough to understand, it’s usually about working with some girl, either before or after the breakup. His voice is loud and trembling – no irritation, every crystal quiver. But Martin also composed it leaked, the band surrounds his voice by raising the reel highlighting the raucous sound. “the scientist”? Jesus Christ. Like The Edge, or like Explosions In The Sky, guitarist Johnny Buckland has always understood the power of the impeccably recorded twitch. This twitching, combined with Martin’s intense thrust, turns Accelerates into something special.

majesty in a rush of blood to the Head, confidence in their openness, is probably what made Coldplay’s short-lived favorite rock band of every rapper. You can only hear it in the texture of the album – the sparkling cleanliness, the subtly spread reverb, the way each piano note has just the right amount of sustainability. Coldplay made a rush of blood to the Head With Ken Nelson, the same producer who recorded umbrellas With them, but the voiceprint is all different. By the time they made it AcceleratesColdplay knew they were making collective catharsis music, and that millions of people would likely buy that record. They responded accordingly. Their own brand of operatic serenity nearly disappeared from mainstream rock in 2022. (This may simply be because “mainstream rock” itself is a concept under threat.) Twenty years ago, Coldplay knew they had an audience, and they swing the fences.

Mainstream rock was itself in a funny place in 2002. The no metal and post-grunge waves mostly faded away, and people were convinced that Strokes and White Stripes were the next wave of rock radio kings. But rock radio itself had already lost all sense of identity, so there simply was no new wave of rock radio kings. Strokes and white lines she did Get a radio play in the US, and those same stations were also playing Coldplay and a whole lot of random shit. In a typical half hour of alt-rock radio, you might hear Coldplay alongside Jimmy Eat World, Godsmack, Audioslave, Good Charlotte and the Hives. Nothing makes sense. A few weeks after the release of Coldplay a rush of blood to the HeadI saw them headline a radio station’s Christmas show. The rest of the bill: New Found Glory, Box Car Racer, Zwan, Queens Of The Stone Age, The Vines, James Brown. James Brown was supported by the Pietasters. strange times.

Just the fact that Coldplay was headlining this show says something. In this cracking scene, Coldplay was the great unifier. They may not specifically appeal to fans of New Found Glory, Queens Of The Stone Age, or any other bands on that bill, but people tend to like them. Enough. People knew Coldplay was cliched, but that crap hadn’t yet overshadowed the flowery beauty of the music they were making. The hugely popular British teams are having a hard time in America, but that wasn’t a problem for Coldplay. a rush of blood to the Head Quad platinum gold here – double what umbrellas they sold. Coldplay graduated from alternative rock stations to adult contemporary stations. American record buyers have discovered similarly sensitive British spirits like Dido and David Gray. Soon, Coldplay was touring American yards alone, without a radio station package supported by random teams. (When Watch Coldplay at Madison Square Garden A few years later, the opening was Rilo Kiley and no one In the crowd take care of them. This building was full of straight Coldplay fans.)

Americans responded to Coldplay for a reason. Mine, a rush of blood to the Head It is this band’s towering achievement, the moment when their lustrous, delicate lift at the arms level pumped across all cylinders. a rush of blood to the Head Not a masterpiece. They are mushy, inconspicuous, loaded from the front, and eventually become dull. But the album is the sound of a group that rose to fame and understood Why They shot to fame, what people love about their music. They recognized their foundation and built on it. Their voice was already big and beautiful, and they made it even bigger and prettier. We can sit here and talk about Coldplay all day long, and they’ve given us a lot of ammo over the years, but some of those tunes keep kicking my soul.

Earlier this year, my father passed away after a long battle with Parkinson’s disease. I had a complicated relationship with the guy, and I didn’t really know how to feel since he was gone. Today, the day I am writing this article, will be my father’s birthday. I’ve been feeling weird and scared all day, and it didn’t take the time to process any of it. My dad was not a fan of Coldplay or anything else; I can probably safely assume that he has no idea who they are. This isn’t much of an admission of emotional resonance. But writing this article today made me listen to “The Hours” over and over again. That song gave me some relief, and I’m grateful. Coldplay is tacky, but for those moments when you feel weird and callous, they’ll be there for you. They’ll tell you it’s okay, and they won’t ask you for anything. Maybe that’s why they were so huge in 2002. Maybe that’s why they’re still so huge now.

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