Fine, Coldplay is the greatest band in the world. Not just now, but ever. You can now feel free to quit ramming them down my throat at every opportunity on every possible format. Sure, to the untrained ear pretty much every song sounds like the same slow, depressing, whiny dirge but those people just haven’t been beaten into submission enough times. At this point, I fully expect All Things Considered to come back from commercial breaks playing The Scientist or Clocks as a bumper, Michele Norris unable to read the news as she’s is in the midst of orgasmic delight over hearing yet another where the singer sounds as depressed as if he just watched his dog die by being dropped off of a building onto his mom.
If I promise to never again consider The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, or any number of other long-established bands ahead of Coldplay in the pantheon of bands, will you please promise to limit them to only half of the available radio formats on an already shrinking dial. The only type of station I have yet to hear them on is Hip Hop, and that’s only because Puff Daddy has yet to use their music to try and further his lightly talented, sampling self.
Go away and don’t come back until it’s time for a “Remember the best of the 00’s” CD in about 20 years.