On Viva La Vida

Coldplay’s fourth studio album, Viva La Vida, or Death and All His Friends, came out on Tuesday. It was thanks to either Mojo or Q that I discovered Coldplay. Probably through a concert review, and whatever was said was intriguing enough that I imported The Blue Room from the UK. So, after Parachutes and “Yellow,” when Coldplay suddenly became big, I felt like the world had discovered a band that, well, belonged to me. Then came A Rush of Blood to the Head, which was massive and anthemic, an