And these latest songs, blended in with older material tonight, speak of the constant tension in a band split between delivering a quota of sky-scraping stadium bangers and scratching an itch to experiment. The ever-present flirtation with religious imagery, the social conscience, the environmental interests Coldplay champion – they all feel more apt than ever.
“It makes us feel so fucking awesome I can’t tell you.” “The fact that you’re singing that bit already makes us feel a billion, trillion dollars,” he tells them. The latter, ‘Orphans’, a song which alludes to the refugee crisis in Jordan’s northern neighbour Syria (“ Rosaleem of the damascene/Yes, she had eyes like the moon/Would have been on the silver screen/But for the missile monsoon ”), mines a similar vein of quasi-religious euphoria, and connects with the Jordanian crowd in such a stirring, effusive way that Martin stops the song to have his own vocals turned up in his monitors, having been drowned out by the audience’s whoops. Our own four-star review deemed it “proof that Coldplay are more adventurous than they’re often given credit for”, and the spectrum of opinion is testament to how Coldplay have – after years of threatening – really pushed the boundaries, delivering their most pointedly political and varied album to date, taking in gospel, rockabilly, jazz and instrumental interludes. Reviews have vacillated between deeming ‘Everyday Life’ a flawed experiment and a work of genius-level perfection. It was released into the wild the day before this gig and promoted with two audience-free performances broadcast live from the Jordanian capital, one at sunrise and one at sunset. Please don’t tell me.”įor what it’s worth, there’s been no critical consensus on ‘Everyday Life’, which speaks to the bravery of Coldplay’s weird and wonderful eighth album. So I don’t know how the album has gone down at all, and honestly I really don’t want to know. “Normally I’m on there every day checking the latest news so, it’s rare for me, but I have no idea what is going on.
Then I realise he means actually clicking on NME.COM himself. I’m slightly baffled – we’ve been writing about him non-stop. “This is the longest I’ve not been on NME for,” Chris Martin tells me, when we meet.
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