L'attesissimo ritorno di Chris Martin e soci, con il quarto album in carriera, intitolato "Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends", vede la prestigiosa (o per meglio dire ingombrante forse?...) collaborazione alla produzione del disco, del mostro sacro Brian Eno.
Logico quindi aspettarsi un contributo considerevole da parte di uno dei più apprezzati e geniali animatori della musica, verrebbe da dire "contemporanea", costantemente sulla scena da oltre trent'anni. Impossibile enumerare in questa sede gli innumerevoli ed importantissimi lavori (l.p. solisti, produzioni, supervisioni, collaborazioni) che Eno ha prodotto nella sua più che invidiabile carriera.
Ad un primo ascolto dell'album si sente subito l'impronta del "geniaccio": ed è proprio qui che son dolori!
Il trattamento elettronico di Eno, si rivela essere palesemente invalidante e incongruo, non tanto di per se, ma soprattutto rispetto alla cifra stilistica che ha sempre contraddistinto il quartetto londinese, e che è stata il loro maggior punto di forza.
E' proprio quello spiccato melodismo, se vogliamo anche ruffianotto e malinconico, ma sicuramente irresistibile e caratterizzante il sound Coldplay, che viene compromesso dal lavoro del genio di Woodbrige: la vocalità trasognata e malinconica del leader cantante, è quasi sempre soffocata, costretta in secondo piano (spesso e volentieri anche per il missaggio filtratissimo, rarefatto), dalla densità armonica e dalla pesantezza strutturale delle basi: in definitiva non decolla, non esprime tutto il sentimento e il calore che ha sempre fatto. E' ingabbiata, intimidita.
Questo effetto si ripercuote chiaramente anche sulla natura elettrica dei Coldplay, sul sound di batteria, basso e chitarra elettrica, i quali non sono più trascinati (specialmente la sezione ritmica) come esige il rock in genere: sono declassati, e diventano parte dei tanti suoni ambient delle basi.
In ultima analisi, se in quest'album si cerca la vocalità malinconica e anche forte di Martin, il suono trainante tipico degli strumenti rock, piuttosto che gli anthem da stadio o qualche bella nenia d' "amore" al piano, insomma, il sound Coldplay, beh, si rimane decisamente delusi.
Questo probabilmente per via della incompatibilità di fondo, fra un artista/musicista/pensatore come Brian Eno, tutto meno che melodico e emozionale, e i Coldplay, un gruppo nel quale non si può prescindere dalla melodia, e dal rock.
Un passo falso, ma niente di preoccupante.Elenco tracce testi e video
02 Cemeteries of London (03:20)
At night they would go walking ‘till the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping…
Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…
Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London, hey…
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken…
We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…
Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London, ey…
God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said,
For my heart it wasn’t open….
Not open…
Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London, ey…
Singing la lalalalala la lé…
There’s no light over London today…
04 42 (03:57)
Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well, oh
Time is so short
And I'm sure
There must be something more
Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head, oh
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Time is so short
And I'm sure
There must be something more
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you, oh, oh
Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head
06 Yes / Chinese Sleep Chant (07:06)
When it started, we had high hopes
Now my back's on the line, my back's on the ropes
When it started, we were alright
But night makes a fool of us in the daylight
There we were dying of frustration
Singing, "Lord lead me not into temptation"
But it's not easy when she turns you on
Sin, stay gone
If you'd only, if you'd only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess
God, only God knows I'm trying my best
But I'm just so tired of this loneliness
So, up they picked me by the big toe
I was held from the rooftop, then they let go
Dizzily screaming, "Let the windows down"
As I crawl to the ground
If you'd only, if you'd only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess
God, only God knows she won't let me rest
But I'm just so tired of this loneliness
I've become so tired of this loneliness
07 Viva la Vida (04:04)
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
08 Violet Hill (03:49)
Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow
Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze
Down below
When the future's architectures
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low
If you love me
Won't you let me know?
Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft
Bury me in armor
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds
If you love me
Won't you let me know?
I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below
So if you love me
Why did you let me go?
I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still
So if you love me
Won't you let me know?
If you love me,
Won't you let me know?
09 Strawberry Swing (04:09)
They were sitting
They were sitting
In the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious
They were sitting
They were talking
In the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing
Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet
Won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day
I remember
We were walking up
To strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing
People leaving all the time
Inside
A perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day
Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time
Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time
Could be blue
Could be grey
Without you
I'm just miles away
Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time
10 Death and All His Friends / The Escapist (06:18)
All winter
We got carried
Or way over on the rooftops just get merry
All summer we just hurry
So come over just be patient and don't worry
So come over just be patient and don't worry
So come over just be patient and don't worry
So come over just be patient and don't worry
So come over just be patient and don't worry
And don't worry
Try
Try
Try
No I don't want to battle from the year to end
I don't want to cycle and recycle revenge
I don't want to follow death and all of his friends...
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Altre recensioni
Di Chopinsky
I Coldplay sono cambiati, gente, ma non tradiscono la loro natura e continuano a perpetrare la loro poetica con la solita, disarmante onestà.
'Viva la vida or Death and all his friends' non è il 'Kid-A' dei Coldplay, ma va benissimo così.
Di GrantNicholas
Non siamo neppure davanti ad un album scarso, sembrerebbe il classico disco di transizione da una dimensione all’altra.
Martin abbandona l'impostazione iper zuccherosa tipica dei precedenti lavori per un utilizzo più particolare della sua voce.
Di Doherty
Una galoppata di 2min abbondanti che rasenta la perfezione strumentale.
Questo album aprirà un secondo capitolo nella fin qui strabiliante carriera di questa band amata da tutti.
Di nss_gabriele
"Che sia un bene oppure no, abbiamo di sicuro cominciato a usare più colori."
"Un album fresco, luminoso, dinamico, dal respiro universale, che coniuga melodia e ricchezza sonora."
Di temi
"Questo è il loro 'Ok Computer', un'evoluzione e un passo avanti nella loro musica."
"Quante stelline dare? 5 non bastano... questo è il classico album leggenda per il quale ci vorrebbe qualcosa di più: 5 stelline d’oro almeno..."
