The first music group I ever really, really liked. Bits gleaned from my older brother, who lived through the grunge era, adding my own via a Massachusetts horse race track-cum-concert venue. A mass of people pushing toward the stage, me leaning against the front barrier. Thom Yorke thrashing, Johnny Greenwood pecking away at the keyboard. It was good to be young.
I just listened to the album streamed on NPR. The beats were solid for the first few tracks, but I got goosebumps at track 6 (Codex). Murky piano, bringing me back to drizzly London streets, fog licking the buildings. Or maybe an early summer morning, far from home. Later came the acoustic guitar, familiar trailing vocals, was that a bongo? I want to listen to it again (and again).
Radiohead is a five course meal at your favorite restaurant. The radio is a sugar glazed donut (that means you, Katy Perry).
[You can purchase the album here.]
[“It's just that I'm surrounded by a world of grinning idiots and I don't think I want to be another one.” -TY]
