There's an electronic stutter, then a surge on Radiohead's wonkiest album - before "Little by Little" reins in the nutball effect, after which "Feral"does exactly that - goes mental, for those who don't know what that word means - usually when an animal is in a wild state, especially when held in capitivity or being trapped in domestication. This album is slop-start in the most measured way possible, the most contradictory thing Radiohead have ever done - especially as it's not even scary, like the title would suggest - see Thom Yorke's 2018 soundtrack Suspiria for that aesthetic.
I've domesticated myself and arrested my development. I've codexed my proteins and endorphined my silo. Galvanized my groceries and dreamt of a return to Waitrose. Slopped down the lighbulb that popped out in the bathroon. Aired out the cobwebs and smoke-bombed my numbness. Nothing has to be linear, be it narratives, monologues or expectations - and this band are dead proof of that. Once a boheme, always.
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