The chorus consists of cheesy lines like “Drink from me/ Then we’ll shoot across the sky/ Symphony” and a bunch of sung vowels.Considered by many hardcore fans to be one of the band’s best B-sides, both versions of the elegiac “See You Soon” are worth seeking out. Ĭhad Miller: A decently catchy song but not particularly memorable. Jedd Beaudoin: The only thing worse than the bands that try to ape Coldplay? The real thing. Apparently, it involves a limp Beyonce collaboration and a trip to India. I always wondered what a rock star’s midlife crisis would be like. I’d be shooting for f-bombs, but with how Coldplay have been for the past while, it’s not worth it. Chorus hovers around getting drunk and high while being as poppy and uncreative as possible? Check, check, and check. ĭustin Ragucos: Wastes Beyonce’s talent? Check.

Reality is the way one see’s things instead of the thing itself, so sing along.

It’s pretty cool, and the music has strong hooks that suggest the pleasures of being somewhere exotic. Steve Horowitz: The video as travelogue with fireworks and beautiful women: a look at India for those who will never go there. Moreover, did Lil’ Wayne write the lyrics to the chorus? “Drink for me / Drink for me / I was so thirsty” leaves the most earnest of Coldplay fans (do any of them still exist?) with bewildered looks and hands outstretched in complete dismay. Beyonce, the current Queen of Pop, could not condescend enough to make “Hymn for the Weekend” remotely listenable. Remove Chris Martin’s voice from the track, and Selena Gomez or Demi Lovato could have delivered this song with more charisma than the ex-Mr. Stephen Wyatt: Cultural appropriation aside, Coldplay’s “Hymn for the Weekend” sounds nothing like the vestiges of a band that once gave us ’00s most endearing ballads, “Yellow”. I look forward to an Indian band repaying the compliment by filming a promo in Martin’s native Devon and filling it with gap-toothed, cider soaked yokels on combine harvesters throwing handfuls of scones, clotted cream, and jam at each other.

The video is a lazy idiot’s mishmash of Indian stereotypes. Why? How? WHY?! / I just swallowed a donkey liver. At first you’re startled: Did he really say that?/Hey, are those pig testes? Then you’re filled with horror: Oh god, he did say that!/It’s not pig testes! It’s a goat anus! Then, as the tears roll, all you can do is pray for it to end: “When I was a river dried up / You came to rain a flood.” What?! A 38-year-old man wrote that! Not a bright 38-year-old man, but educated at least. Paul Duffus: Listening to Chris Martin’s lyrics is like falling into a pit filled with offal.

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