procrastiwriting:
Unlike 99% of those who have heard them, I'm not a fan of Radiohead. I've always found their music dull, or depressing. It wasn't an outright hate, unlike my feelings for Muse. I fucking hate Muse and their wannabe anthemic crunching like a steel-toed boot too shy to actually kick you in the face so it settles for nudging you in the ribs and I hate being tickled. I fucking hate being tickled by Muse. Anyway. Radiohead doesn't tickle me, nor does it kick me in the face. It just sort of sits there and droops.
And then, The King of Limbs. You've got to admire the balls behind the project, in which they essentially said,
"Fuckit let's drop the album on the Internet with zero promo; they all know who we are and besides, I hate getting photographed."
(Note the lack of eye contact.)
But I'm listening to it now, and I've been listening to it since it dropped, and I like it a lot. It's not kicking me in the ribs or anything, but at least it's looking at me. It may be the poppiest Radiohead album ever, and what does that even mean? Whatever, it's friendly and it isn't a pain to listen to. Here's to second chances. Or seventh. Seventh chances.