The Irish Mail on Sunday
Chris Martin is heartbroken after the ‘conscious uncoupling’ so this should be artistic manna from heaven; instead, in Chris’s hands, it is stale bread. Here’s the album’s gist: she’s always in his head, it used to be magic, she was his true love, he’s not happy. The really sad thing here is how his lyrics have regressed. It’s back to the sub-U2 anthemic sound. For now, Chris has lost more than a much-cherished wife.