The only other complete Coldplay album I have is X&Y, the record that preceded Viva La Vida. As much as I have hated the first few songs of X&Y, there is something in the new album that leaned towards the signature Coldplay style: solemn, haunting, heartfelt with enough nuisance here and there that would somehow make the album work out.
From the opening instrumental Life in Technicolor (which is part of The Escapist), it already suggests a mile-wide leap from what I think was a colossal mistake of X&Y. Coldplay had stripped their latest songs of the techno mad dash from X&Y and delved more into the baser tunes which initially made the band rise up to the mainstream: the impressive heavy organ music and Chris Martin's lucid and wavering voice. Halfway through the album I can definitely say that the intros are well established for each song to push through with the subtle peremptory force to make you finish it until the last note fades away.
It's one of those albums you can sleep through while listening; not entirely said in a dismissive and insulting manner, the album works out if you want it to work out. It's a good thing I did not bringing a cent of expectation before conditioning myself to at least listen to half of the songs or this would have been a slap-on-the-counter review. It means it would've been ten leaps more rotten than the one I have right now.
On another note, it seems that Chris Martin seriously took up Matt Bellamy's tripe regarding his voice. In this latest album, his voice is surprisingly clear-cut and unruffled unlike in X&Y where he sounded like he had just come from a funeral and was goaded into recording the songs halfway through his lugubrious day.
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