Spotify, the UK-based music-streaming platform, is the most recent savior in the never-ending line of record industry saviors. It has a problem, however, and that problem is the so-called “Biggest Band in the World.” Coldplay is not letting Spotify users listen to their new album, Mylo Xyloto, and they are also withholding their music from Rhapsody and other streaming services. Fans will have the purchase the album on iTunes or Amazon if they want to hear it, but that unfortunately leaves a paper trail proving you bought a Coldplay album.

● There have already been videos for "Run the World (Girls)," "1+1," and "Countdown," and now the New Edition-inspired "Love On Top" makes four from Four. [Beyoncé/YouTube] ● Sean Penn suspects that the Tea Party -- or the "Get the N-Word Out of the White House Party," as he thinks they might be more aptly called -- has just one, very racist thought: "At the end of the day, there's a big bubble coming out of their heads, saying, 'Can we just lynch him?'" he told Piers Morgan. [THR] ● Lindsay Lohan faces another year and a half in the slammer if she is found guilty on Wednesday of violating her probation by skipping community service dates and therapy appointments. [TMZ]

October 3—The seven-piece installation "Cy Twombly: Sculpture" ends at the MoMA, where the late, great artist trades his brush for his bare hands. October 5—Ryan Murphy’s American Horror Story, about the imagined cancellation of Glee, premieres on FX. October 7—Ides of March, a political drama starring Ryan Gosling and George Clooney, is released today. We’re guessing they’ve got the female vote.

The June single “Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall” was the first from Coldplay’s upcoming fifth album, Mylo Xyloto (October 24). Three months later, Chris Martin and company are back with their latest, “Paradise,” which sounds like the kind of crescendo-filled Coldplay tune that you prefer to belt out from a mountaintop overlooking a lush valley. The full tracklist has also been revealed, confirming Rihanna as the only guest appearance across the 14 songs.

"Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall" is the first single from Coldplay’s untitled fifth album, and for this one, the boys took it back to 1976 with a sample of Peter Allen’s hit “I Go to Rio,” and maybe back to 1990 with some inspiration from the Sacados’ “Ritmo De La Noche” (which also sampled “I Go To Rio”). The sonic similarities to Viva La Vida, Coldplay's last album, are noticeable, and the naysayers have already weighed in, but isn’t this just the kind of triumphant schmatlz we expect from Coldplay?

It's not that bashing celebrities who "lend their efforts" towards Haiti earthquake relief is suddenly trendy. It's that someone has to call out crocodile tears. With all sorts of disasters--natural and man-made--wreaking havoc across the globe, maybe A-listers shouldn't just piggyback on the latest media-friendly calamity to ravage the world. As we've already learned, philanthropy is a ruthless game of one-upmanship. And issuing competing charity singles obscures the plight of those who have lost their homes, family members or gone missing. There's already one crappy charity single in the works, so why make another one? There's also the question, why do people have to be duped into buying a piece of substandard pop in order to help the cause?

Yesterday, we knew nothing about Beyogaga and it was "Sol-Angel this!" and "Hadley St. Dreams that!" Then heads exploded as Solange gave The Dirty Projectors a slick makeover. In a vain bid to extend Solange's mission of fipster goodwill into a wave of good news for the superlative popstrel that'll still be relevant by the time next week rolls around, here's an obligatory trend piece! No, not one about rock-and-roll types legitimizing pop songs/"Single Ladies", rather the exact opposite. Because irony for irony's sake is so passé. With pop stars, it's about self-awareness as a device in furthering careers. It's about bringing music to the masses. It's about saving lives. Too far? Fine, fine. In any case, a round-up of some recent exemplary rock covers that pop stars have performed for some reason or another.

Exciting few days of music for New York. At a down-low Diesel party Thursday night, Kanye, the Clipse, Lykke Li, Passion Pit, The Roots, and Cobra Starship all rocked the same house, and it was free, with an open bar. On Friday night, The National, Vampire Weekend, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Jay-Z -- filling in for the Beastie Boys, who are on hiatus until Adam Yauch can recover from health issues -- brought the house down as the headliners for the first night of All Points West, what's now clearly the East Coast's version of Coachella. Saturday's lineup, capped by My Bloody Valentine and Tool, was slightly underwhelming (question: should MBV play venues that large?). Sunday, Coldplay reportedly killed it, charming even the most jaded hipster into enjoying "Yellow." But the two moments this weekend will probably be remembered for were the tributes to the fallen/rescheduled Beasties.

All Points West, and all of its muddy, stylish, musical glory, has ended. What's left of Liberty City can only be described as a term Chris Martin coined during his closing set: "a mud jacuzzi." It's only the second year for the young festival, and already we've witnessed vast improvements, including more booze options, interesting sponsor gimmicks, and a continued growth in lineup quality. I could sit here and wax poetic on the Rita's Italian Ices, Twix breaks, the H & M golf ball shaped tent, feeling at one with nature (and whatever else was in the sludge) and basic spiritual awakenings, but I'll let other concert goers who also got down and dirty, do the dirty work.

Are you ready for the most magical way to begin your week possible? Seriously, be ready. Now: using a chorus of children in creating a pop music smash hit is one of the dirtiest tricks in the book (jokes about The Jonas Brothers aside). But we suggest Chris Martin and the rest of Coldplay actually take a lesson from the children of New York's PS22: rather than team up with Kanyeezey, you need to throw a track down with these guys. Video of the chill-inducing Coldplay cover is below. If you hate happiness, puppies, or anything that remotely resembles the brilliant innocence of kids just generally kicking ass, turn away now.