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I know this statement is going to break (and indeed parboil) the heart of one of my dearest friends, but I can stay in the closet no longer: I like Coldplay. They’re not my favorite band in the world (not while Imperial Stars are still out there, anyway), but I like ‘em. I grew up in the earnest 80s. I like big, soaring anthems, pompous intentions and singalong choruses. They’re The Alarm with better hair. If U2 was my heroin, Coldplay is my generic Wal-Mart arena-rock methadone. And I ain’t kickin’ this soapy corporate skag for nobody.
James Urbaniak, as anybody knows, is the dean of American character actors. “Urbo”, as his friends playfully call him, stars in the best show on television, The Venture Bros, and has built a well-respected and very entertaining career playing weirdos, perverts, savants, and pizza delivery gentlemen of surprising depth and courage. He’s had a daring, original career. He is the anti-Coldplay. People copy Urbo. Urbo does not copy people.
These two titans now square off in that most cutthroat of artistic arenas: the Christmas Single. Who will triumph? TWO SONGS ENTER!