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Rating: Unfortunate day when Chris Martin got out of bed thinking he wanted to do a duet with Rihanna. Not only because the song marks the peak of the album (and for this, ask yourself a couple of questions) but also because he decided to entrust the production of Mylo Xyloto to as many as three producers.
The result? An overblown album with too many embellishments, which in the long run ends up being boring, and whose verses serve only as preludes to stadium choruses (OH OH OH AAHHH). Opening with a mediocre intro, which gives the album its title, it is linked to Hurts Like Heaven, one of the few decent songs on the album. All good intentions vanish with paradise, where Guy Berryman's super-pumped bass begins, which barely drags on for the rest of the album. The subsequent Charlie Brown tends to cloy after a few listens and Us Against the World tries to make everything romantic. Then we have M.M.I.X, with the sole function of creating anticipation towards the album's debut single, Every Teardrop is a Waterfall (still appreciable). Next is Major Minus, a song present in the EP released in August 2011, which deserves the prize for the most banal solo. I see U.F.O as a gentle interlude before Princess of China which, as mentioned earlier, is the peak of the album (have you already asked yourself two questions?). Then follow Up in Flames, ruined by that sort of metronome, and Hopeful Transmission, which wants to calm the atmosphere before the... Violent hit of Don't Let It Break Your Heart, which I see as a sort of Viva la Vida taken to the extreme.
The album closes with an appreciable track, Up with the Birds, which all in all makes us hope for a better next chapter. One last thing, which perhaps not everyone knows, the title, Mylo Xyloto, means absolutely nothing, as revealed by good old Chris.
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