It took less than two years for the moody British quartet to deliver a masterful follow-up to Parachutes, but talentwise, they have come to where they outshine nearly every one of their rivals in terms of imagination. This is a soulful, exhilarating journey, moving from cathartic rock of “Politik” to the hushed tones of “Green Eyes” without once breaking the spell. Chris Martin takes his voice on soaring flights, and the music is nearly flawless, a persuasive cross between Pink Floyd and the Verve. Even if they haven’t come up with another “Yellow,” you would be hard-pressed to care. This is the music of the gods.