Meanwhile, the songs captured on the band’s 2015 A Head Full of Dreams Tour have all the scale of an Olympics opening ceremony – Paradise being accompanied by an explosion of fireworks, ticker-tape, balloons and streamers. Beyoncé laying down her guest vocals for Hymn for the Weekend in the cluttered chaos of one of Martin’s kids’ bedrooms is not how you expect million-sellers to be minted, while a simple piano work-through of The Scientist is guaranteed to bring out goosebumps. Martin’s perfectionist streak is joked about, but, as the film reveals, it was also the reason he was excluded from certain sessions during the recording of the band’s 2008 album Viva La Vida, at the request of producer Brian Eno.Įlsewhere, familiar songs are revealed in unfamiliar ways. But for all his talent and charm, it is gratifying that we get to glimpse a less affable side of the golden boy.
Martin is a human pogo-stick of energy, radiating positive vibes that irk or inspire depending on your temperament. The band claim they were nervous as hell, but Martin looks in his element.ĭespite the film’s democratic intentions, it’s hardly surprising that the singer emerges as its dominant personality. Martin’s earliest musical foray as keyboard player in school band the Rockin’ Honkies provides a few titters, but also serves to illustrate his long friendship with Phil Harvey, who played alongside him then and would go on to become Coldplay’s first manager and official fifth member.Īlso caught for posterity is Coldplay’s first gig in January 1998, when they went by the name of Starfish. And it’s also where Whitecross’s film really reaches out to the fans. The focus instead falls on the music, and it’s in the recording studio and on stage where these four rather ordinary blokes function as an extraordinary whole. It’s at junctures such as these that the film reveals itself to be far from a warts-and-all exposé, maybe just the odd blemish with some carefully applied concealer. It’s most noticeable during the scenes covering Martin’s marriage to and break-up from Gwyneth Paltrow, which is glossed over and dealt with in a matter of minutes. If anything, Whitecross keeps a respectful distance from the band’s private lives, perhaps owing to their mutual long-term association. They’re not working through childhood traumas or out to smash the system, and there’s little evidence here of celebrity excess or diva-like behaviour to spice up proceedings. These are four middle-class men from the right side of the tracks, with grounded upbringings and all the advantages of a college education. But like everything else in this story, the rifts were quickly healed and fraternal bonds restored, making the quartet stronger than ever before.Ĭoldplay’s is not a story filled with sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll – something of a novelty in the cliché-filled catalogue of music docs. The most turbulent chapter in their history saw Champion kicked out following the breakthrough success of the band’s 2000 album Parachutes. Coldplay’s first stab at breaking America was particularly disastrous, with the band playing to bored festival audiences and Martin having a CD chucked in his face during a radio broadcast (not caught on camera, alas, but one suspects Whitecross tried his best). Not that there haven’t been blips along the way. You’d think the band’s meteoric success was written in the stars, but the reality was more down to hard graft.
And sure enough, click forward in time to 2002 and the band are headlining Glastonbury. Somehow, this doesn’t even come across like Gallagher brothers-level bravado it’s more a statement of intent. In June 1998, following an early gig performed as The Coldplay, Martin addresses the camera, saying that in four years the band will be huge. However, Martin’s self-belief and drive is clear even in those days. Rough video footage of the skinny, spotty foursome larking about in dorms could be any japesterish bunch of students. It was Martin, Berryman and Buckland who formed the group while studying at University College London, with Champion eventually filling the drummer’s stool by default rather than design (apparently the other guy didn’t show up).
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