Coldplay
Parachutes

THE REVIEW

COLDPLAY: cold game (or match).
Is life a cold game? Is it a game without emotions? The cold is the element most felt when listening to this CD: the emotion, the chills that make your skin crawl.
Indeed, when you have your CD player on your ears, you're in the dark in your small room, you think that the atmosphere is right to bring out that album you haven't heard in a long time and... chills, due to songs tied to memories (good or bad).

“We live in a beautiful world” is said in “Don’t Panic” and we immediately think it is without doubt a sarcastic phrase, a joke, said in cold blood (is this then the cold game?); chills rise with that chord played on the 10th fret, then at the 12th, at the 13th to then cradle you in a jumping of chords that scream softly but make themselves heard, followed by the silent voice of Chris Martin. “Shiver”, “thrill” (not from the cold), a song that puts a smile on your face and at the same time saddens you inside; if one could say, it is a happy melancholy: usual chord jumps and honeyed lyrics “from the moment I wake up, to when I will go to sleep, I will stand by you... don’t you get a shiver?”. The chills are also present in “Spies” and not so much for the emotion (although there is that too) but for the fear, for the anguish, both in the melody, which kidnaps you, abandons you in a nightmare and injects a liter of fear, and in the lyrics “if we don’t hide here they find us, if we don’t hide now they will come for us while we sleep”.
And you cannot remain indifferent in front of the sweetness, the “yellow” joy of “Yellow,” a song to take, keep hidden to discover it in the moonlight while making a love declaration. You also tremble listening to how a piano can give life to that spark that runs through you, that traps you in a web of emotions, that guides a voice saying ”I never meant to cause you trouble”.

But why are these “cold games” so sad? But at 22 years old can’t they do like the others who destroy guitars, get drunk, call for the demolition of the stage? This is what you think when you arrive at the penultimate stop of the “melancholy tour” “We Never Change” which prepares you to be drenched in the last shower of emotion. Finally, there is also joy in this “parachute,” there is optimism amidst the cold: “…let's hope nothing is lost...” is repeated many times in the stadium-chorus finale of the last track.
Now put the parachute aside and, if you want it to give you chills again, open it again in some time; for now, devote yourself to something warm as there is enough cold around.