What's the deal with this album? It's fucking dire.
I have what would be labled 'normie' taste here, which I don't really care for. But this album FUCK ME it's just bleeps bloops and fucking whines. It's like when you see modern art that's just a literal pile of shit and the artist goes on as if it has deep hidden meaning - FUCK OFF it doesn't at all. Now I don't mind Radiohead, infact I think The Bends, OK Computer and Kid A are great albums but I just can't fathom how anyone would think random noises compiled together with whining is great. Same shit with that atoms for peace album, IT'S LITERALLY AN HOUR OF THE SAME FUCKING NOISES.
This kinda pissed me off, so I'm gonna go full ham on this one. Apologies for length.
Radiohead's eighth record, The King of Limbs, represents a marked attempt to create a considered and cohesive unit of music that nonetheless sits somewhere outside of the spectrum of their previous full-length discography. And that's not to say that it doesn't ripple with the dazzling sonics or scenery that have become the band's stock in trade, but just that, unlike so many of their milestones, there's no abiding sense of a band defying all expectations in order to establish new precedents.
Instead, we get eight songs that feel mostly like small but natural evolutions of previously explored directions. Opener "Bloom" announces Radiohead's return with a scattershot sequence of chewed-up drum loops and peeling horns that dissolve into a rhythmic tangle. "Morning Mr. Magpie" re-casts an old live acoustic ballad in a more anxious light, its once-sunny disposition frozen into an icy glare. With its crumbling guitar shapes and clattering, fizzing percussion work, "Little By Little" sounds dilapidated and rundown. Meanwhile, "Feral" contorts Yorke's voice into a reverb-infused, James Blake-like wriggle that pings around the stereo channel against a mulched up drum pattern that sounds sharper than glass.
So you have no problem plying this reductive shit into TKOL, but Kid A is fine by your standards?