Showing posts with label thom yorke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thom yorke. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Albums of the Decade - 31. Thom Yorke - Anima (2019)

 31. THOM YORKE - ANIMA (2019) 

The spaghettiblogonese  #1 album of 2019 - this baby had an electronic peacocking quality about it - I used to and often still do go jogging to the beats of  "Twist" - which is one of the greatest dubstep songs of all time - this is the least Radiohead-like album that their frontman has ever produced.

The hymnal "Dawn Chorus" is another highlight to this underground heavyweight of an album - it is so grainy, so dusty, so dubby, so shady - it's cobbled together sequentially - and these imperfections make the darkness rather spellbinding actually; it sputters but never freakouts. 

If you drink yourself up a scotch, you'll note that this album goes quite well with that single malt vibe - that perfect November freezing outside vibe - when the unbelievable "runwayaway" brings down the final curtain  to dub - yes dub - what the actual? Artists frequently possess the ability to spring surprises, and this cat has done it again. Cat out the hat. Rabbit from the bag.




Saturday, November 30, 2019

Albums of the Decade - 48. Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool (2016)

48. RADIOHEAD -A MOON SHAPED POOL (2016)

Radiohead have always been a sinister band for me. It's ironic that I got into them through "No Surprises," their most beautifully melodic single. Also, their prettiest song on here "Present Tense" has an undercurrent of tango to it - a threatening kind of depression - plus as it's common to misconstrue what Thom Yorke is harping on about as he sings "A self defence against the present" it sounds like "president" - so if you couple that with the ominous shades that the HBO show "House of Cards" was putting forth with Kevin Spacey's excellent but scary character -the cream at the top; you'll hopefully catch my interpretaive drift.

There's no point in dissecting through this one, track by track. That was for Kid A in 2000  which was going to be the winner of the last decade until I took a last minute red wine u-turn and sold out with The National's "Boxer" - it soundtracked a breakup - say no more. So sans dissection on this write-up but I'm absolutely endorsing the most full-bodied, least wonkiest album Radiohead have ever done. They misled us again, it wasn't at all a "low-flying panic attack" but a measured, rich, shiraz with hints of radios and a few heads and no vanilla in sight / smelt.