It would not surprise me that this is in fact a Chris Martin solo album in all but name, actually recorded on his own during the lockdown, sat alone in his studio getting high on his own farts in an airless room post-Kale Soup and bread made from the shit of a mongoose. If not, the other three have just literally and metaphorically phoned in their parts.
Loving him was red (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed)... I don't care what people say, I still love you Chris, Guy, Jonny and Will. Hopefully you'll comeback with something better next time ❤️