Friday, December 27, 2019

i haven't said anything about thom yorke's new record, have i?

there was a time in like 1998 when i was a very big radiohead fan, but i actually didn't really like the direction they took in the early 00s, and i haven't kept up at all. i've heard very small amounts of music by radiohead or thom yorke since hail to the thief, which most of his existing fan base is too young to even remember.

i actually had a discussion with somebody outside of a bar about this not that long ago.

"you don't even remember ok computer, do you?"
"no."

he even seemed sort of baffled that i was that old.

my perspective is actually to liken radiohead to the smashing pumpkins, and yorke to corgan; it's just a constant process of disappointment, to realize where these guys are at now, and how distant it is from where i'm at. corgan's stuff is often unlistenably bad. yorke's tends to be uneventful, predictable, repetitive and downright boring.

it seems like everything he's done for the last fifteen years is essentially exactly the same.

so, i mean, i could no doubt throw the record on, and listen to it a few times, and have it pass over me like a blur, unable to distinguish one song from the next, on this record or the last however many; i'm not going to bother. i checked a few tracks out to confirm the basic truth that it sounds exactly the same as everything else he's done this century. and, i'll just leave it at that.

i don't know if yorke has ever come out in public with exactly what his mental illness is. i think everybody knows there's something there, but what? i'd hazard a guess that it's ocd. the repetition gives it away.