I may have been too sloppy in comparing Coldplay with Radiohead. I have upgraded "Yellow" from the realm of squeaky-clean, inoffensive guitar pop (although well done, at that) to the *true* "Live Forever". In fact, Radiohead could have never written "Yellow" because it's such a godfearingly childlike paean to the Power of Love, whereas anything Radiohead have written about love is soaked in their self-important ego-maniacal pissings of high-art seriousness, i.e. "Just" with it's quiet/loud dynamics ("hey, it's like, the grunge dynamic, like, and what could be more serious than that?") and the video's four minute depression primer mini-movie, which as far as I can tell, has little to do with the lyrics of the song, except that Thom Yorke would like to convince everyone that he's a miserable old poop (notwithstanding, who hasn't wondered what it would be like to just lie down in the middle of the street for no apparent reason, a silly subject for a video, perhaps, but very, very, intriguing because it would be sorta cool to try it one day). On the other hand, in the "Yellow" video, Chris Martin walks along the beach and the sun comes out -- voila -- impeccable romantic simplicity. What could be nicer than watching the sun on the beach? Of course, romance never works that way, true romance is snogging while drunk at a party or waking up next to someone else's discarded underwear, but "Yellow" isn't about a real relationship, it's a fantasy (is it obvious that my change of heart is linked to finally seeing the "Yellow" video?), it earmarks what is potentially attainable. And even though "Live Forever" was tremendously overrated as a single (in my opinion), those who speak so highly of it do so because it's so glowingly positive and makes them feel like they could do anything. And so does "Yellow". Thus, Coldplay: not third rate "The Bends" ripoffs, rather: the new Oasis.