Yes. Coldplay is back with a tightly woven pop album that is inventive enough to discard some of the Radiohead-mini accusations and rocking enough to wash off the stain that was X&Y. This is the band that it was OK to be gay for. The one that you could bitch about taking your girlfriend to see and secretly rock out to. It might be a guilty pleasure, but make no mistake, it is indeed a pleasure — and Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends gets bonus points for having the coolest album title of the year. Standout tracks: "Cemeteries of
London," "Viva La Vida," "Violet Hill."