It's easy to despise Chris Martin. He's handsome. He's British. He's married to Gwyneth Paltrow. He fronts Coldplay, a milquetoast rock band that's somehow become a multimillion-selling behemoth. His constant self-effacement smacks of wanton disingenuousness; his quasi-political posturing suggests brand-polishing à la Wal-Mart's goodwill-securing charitable donations. But here's the thing: Coldplay actually make gloriously unobtrusive background music that's tough to actively hate. They're like soothing wallpaper, all surge and drift and interchangeable emotions; even the new,... More >>>