Radiohead is a heavy scene. They’ve not just the weight of expectation, but also the weight of freedom, because if you’ve proven you can do anything you want, what are you going to do?
“Let’s pretend it’s a Thursday night!” cries singer Amy, twirling, and for a while it could be.
I remember straining throats and closed eyes and wide open mouths, nodding heads, parallel guitar necks and shuffling feet. The crowd moved a lot
It’s a rare and wonderful thing for a band to genuinely disorient a listener.
What Dick Diver has is a sun-on-brick sound.
They’re noisy. This thing hits you like falling into a thorny bush.
That difference is the difference between a music industry and a music community.
Real masochistic shit.