Even continuing the album’s slightly muddled concept of music from another galaxy doesn’t derail things: there are two duets with The Weirdos, an alien band featuring the singer Angel Moon, a puppet creation by Jim Henson (no, really); during the ravey hedonism (by Coldplay’s standards) of “The Lightclub”, the band take to wearing alien helmets in a rather bizarre yet fun display.
All the while, Martin is in full everyday showman mode, a beaming, running, jumping, kinetic ball of energy and gratitude, his voice as strong as ever on the night’s most moving moment, “The Scientist”. You either go in for Martin’s charismatic brand of earnest affability or you don’t, but like Coldplay themselves, if you suddenly let the cliches wash over you, even the simplest of gestures can take on significant meaning. When Martin asks us, just for once, not to record on our phones during the finale to closer “A Sky Full of Stars” – “no cell phones, just people, heart and soul” – it feels like a profound statement of connection. Everyone adheres.