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...last refuge where looks or personality are inconsequential beside the words on the page, she replies, with some heat, “That’s so stupid! It doesn’t have to matter; it can go either way. I mean, Radiohead: does anybody really care about Thom Yorke’s personality? I don’t think so. But everybody cares about Courtney Love’s personality, and Hole sells records. It doesn’t have to be any one way.” (Notably, Entertainment Weekly called Wurtzel “the Courtney...
...horn section. The grinding drums and bass are anchored in what is ultimately recognizable as good old-fashioned rock-sensibility, despite the otherworldly wailings of whatever that new-fangled spooky sounding instrument Jonny Greenwood is playing these days. The song could never be straight-up however, and Thom Yorke’s distorted wailings and pantings ensure that it will not be mistaken for such. In fact, it is Yorke’s manic, disconcerting energy that carries much of the album, and gives the two slower songs their subtle bite when he lets his ridiculously, stunningly beautiful voice soar...
...only contemporary rock act that matters, but its ambition often comes at the expense of warmth; the average Radiohead record is about as sweet as barbed wire. When live, however, the band opens up. The bells, whistles and scratches that dominated Kid A and Amnesiac are still there, but Thom Yorke's tenor is allowed to soar above rather than fight through them, revealing melodies in unexpected places. This set also includes the lovely True Love Waits, with its aching, Sarah McLachlan-esque chorus, "Just don't leave." What's next? A cuddly Rumsfeld...
...about twenty years old but as timely as ever given recent events. They’re also reading Forrest Hamer, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sam Witt, and Claudia Rankine. And I give them weekly hand-outs. This week it’s elegies by Walt Whitman, W. B. Yeats, and Thom Gunn...
...hearing as well: “Space has eaten up your face / You won’t need it anyway.” At their best, on “Wings of Light,” they sound like your little brother’s band trying to be Thom Yorke. “100,000 Telescopes” is such a long, irredeemable drone that it feels akin to being hit with said telescopes: “And the flowers grow from nowhere / And the monsters stay in line,” is more or less representative of their...