Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
The notebook changes its cover every month. Each one takes its cues from a different corner of music, paper and internet culture. Explore the collection below.
Haunted Notebook is here through November 1. Coffee Shop Confessional takes over November 2.
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
Cassette ribbons, red-pen hearts and pink paper. For anyone who ever put too much thought into a mixtape.
Vines wind around the speakers and flowers take over the margins. Spring gets the volume knob.
Pixel ghosts, cherries and electric blue meet the notebook doodles. A little arcade cabinet in the margins.
The pink splashes, coffee ring and black doodles that started it, with the volume turned up. The notebook's home colours.
Peel-and-stick chaos: skulls, butterflies, hearts and neon lightning. Think of the back of your favourite battered laptop.
Torn tickets, halftone fragments and bright scraps. A cover that borrows the rough edges of a wall full of gig flyers.
Black ink, torn paper and acid-yellow sparks. A love letter to photocopied zines and the flyers you kept after the show.
Stars, speakers, tape and every loud colour at once. Back-to-school stationery with absolutely no restraint.
Moths, little ghosts and crimson ink creep through the black flourishes. The notebook has a late-night alter ego.
Coffee rings, headphones and warm paper. A cover for the long walk home and the track you play again when you get there.
Moons, moths and constellations spill across midnight-blue ink. The margins drift into space; the music keeps going.
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Two years ago today, Coldplay released “We Pray.” It still sucks. They crammed Little Simz, Burna Boy, Elyanna, and Tini onto one track and still managed to produce something with the emotional depth of a wellness app notification. Four artists who could each carry a stadium solo, reduced to garnish on a track focus-grouped into existence by a committee chasing the “unity” tag on Spotify. Chris Martin out here collecting features like they’re loyalty points. The single charted, obviously, because Coldplay at this point is less a band and more a purchasing habit. Then it disappeared, which is the kindest...
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26 years ago today, Coldplay released their debut album Parachutes. It still sucks. This is the record people reach for when they want to argue the band was good “before they sold out,” which is the whole con — Parachutes wasn’t a promising start that curdled later, it was the finished blueprint for two decades of beige. Chris Martin already had the formula bolted down: strum four chords, aim the falsetto at the cheap seats, and mistake sounding sad for having something to say. “Yellow” bought the beach house and “Trouble” still leaks out of every coffee shop, but the...
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26 years ago today, Coldplay released “Yellow.” It still sucks. The whole song rides one metaphor a 15-year-old would’ve crossed out: you’re a star, I went yellow, the end. Chris Martin found four notes on a guitar, decided that was plenty, and pushed the falsetto until “earnest” started doing the job that “good” was supposed to do. Then the ad agencies got hold of it, and for the next decade you couldn’t watch a car drift down a coastal road or a phone spin on a white background without that mopey little riff leaking out of the speakers. It didn’t...
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Two years ago today, Coldplay released “feelslikeimfallinginlove.” A song title with no spaces, like they tried to register a domain name and gave up halfway through. It still sucks. This was the lead single off Moon Music, the moment Chris Martin decided the band’s real problem was too many spaces in the track titles and not enough four-on-the-floor thump lifted off a 2014 festival main stage. It’s the sound of a man who heard dance music once, through a wall, and tried to rebuild it from memory. The title was honest about one thing, just not the verb they picked....
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21 years ago today, Coldplay released X&Y. It still sucks. Thirteen tracks of a band straining to sound enormous and landing on damp. “Speed of Sound” is just “Clocks” with the batteries dying. “Fix You” is a motivational poster you can cry to at both weddings and funerals, depending on the open bar. The whole thing is so airless that Chris Martin spent the next decade telling interviewers it wasn’t very good — and when the guy who made the record is the one running cleanup on it, that’s not humility. That’s a confession. Here’s what you should listen to...
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24 years ago today, Coldplay released “In My Place.” It still sucks. One circular guitar line that goes nowhere, a drum part that just keeps time, and Chris Martin doing his wounded falsetto about being lost and singing lines he couldn’t change. He repeats “in my place” until you start to wonder if he forgot where he was standing. It’s three minutes of a man being mildly sad in a very expensive studio, engineered to sell you a sedan during a commercial break — which is roughly where the song lives now. 2002 was a great year for music that...
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21 years ago today, Coldplay released “Speed of Sound.” It still sucks. It’s Clocks. Same piano arpeggio, same key, same Chris Martin emoting at you with his whole face like he’s about to say something important and then doesn’t. They had one formula, got scared to leave it, and repackaged it. The marketing team worked harder than the songwriters on this one. Here’s what you should have been listening to in 2005: Chemical Brothers – Galvanize — Q-Tip rapping over a drum machine in a song that actually has forward motion Pendulum – Tarantula — DnB that makes your chest...
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12 years ago today, Coldplay released Ghost Stories. It still sucks. Chris Martin processed his divorce from Gwyneth Paltrow by making the most expensive sad playlist of all time — eleven tracks of bedroom heartbreak produced to arena scale. The album went number one in 30 countries. That’s not a vindication, that’s a diagnosis. Gwyneth got the better deal. Here’s what you should have been listening to in 2014: Aphex Twin – minipops 67 [120.2][source field mix] — Richard D. James came back from 13 years of silence and immediately made everyone else irrelevant Caribou – Can’t Do Without You...
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5 years ago today, Coldplay released “Higher Power.” The only higher power involved was the skip button. It’s a song about reaching for god, or love, or the cosmos — pick one — but what it actually sounds like is a SoulCycle instructor’s Spotify playlist. Chris Martin squeezed into auto-tune like a man trying to prove he can still fit into his high school jeans. The lyrics are what you’d get if you asked a fortune cookie to write stadium rock and then dipped it in Bono. Here’s what you should listen to instead — what 2021 actually sounded like:...
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12 years ago today, Coldplay released “A Sky Full of Stars.” It still sucks. They got Avicii to produce it — the guy had just turned “Wake Me Up” into one of the biggest records in years — and somehow ended up with a drop that lands like wet cardboard. Chris Martin going “oh-oh-oh-woh” over a chord progression that sounds like it was assembled from a Dropbox folder called epic_festival_moment_FINAL_v2.wav. Avicii’s ghost is out there right now, staring at the ceiling of whatever afterlife he ended up in, wondering how it went so wrong. Here’s what you should listen to...
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