Coldplay aren’t back.

This new album doesn’t share much (I would say, anything) with their past productions.

There’s nothing in common with their holy triptych – Parachutes, A Rush of Blood to the Head, X&Y – and those melodies capable of attracting millions of fans. But that’s a good sign: never try to replicate such a success.

Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friend was a first moment of experimentation for the band. Here in Everyday Life that tendency has been pushed even further, though I must admit I don’t feel the same balanced combinations of sounds, rhythms and themes. It’s not a bad thing per se, it’s just different, and possibly something to praise: courage should always be incentivized, especially when it leads to a good product as Everyday Life is.

I don’t wanna use too much space to discuss about the last three Coldplay’s albums – Mylo Xyloto, Ghost Stories, A Head Full of Dreams. In my opinion there’s been a steady decline in terms of quality across them: let’s say I’m just happy to hear that finally Chris Martin and co. succeded in recording something if not special, at least deserving everyone’s attention.

Syntethic score after a first full listening session: 7.

Coldplay aren’t back, and that’s good.