I don't get it. I mean it's an ok pop album, but why do people put it on a pedal stool and call it a masterpiece so often?
CONFLICTED
Ehhhhhverything, EEEHHVVVERRRRTTHHHHHING
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in it's right place........
>>64561942
THAT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
>pedal stool
it was pretty groundbreaking, at least for radiohead, when it came out. it doesn't seem like much now but it was a fairly big change in style for them back then.
>>64562097
:^)
>>64562109
i was being serious and thought i was making a somewhat insightful post
how wrong i was
>>64562085
THAT'S NOT MEEEEEEE
>>64562130
what is your thoughts on pablo honey
>>64562095
I kek'd
>>64562153
Not him but I listened to it once years ago and decided I should probably not do that again.
>>64562153
i think it should be put on a pedal stool
it's a better album then most people think it is
>>64561942
and it's a Coldplay rip-off btw
It's a meme album put on a pedal stool by /mu/ irregardless of it's own merit every mutant will listen to it and say they like it in a futile attempt to fit in
>>64561942
>pedal stool
TOP FKING KEK
there are literally hundreds of articles out there that could tell you why context matters for this album.
Kid A is an intriguing mix of krautrock, 20th century of classical music, avantgarde jazz, and IDM.
There aren't many albums like that.
It's an important album in postmodern culture since it's a fusion of many disparate styles.
>>64561942
>pop album
It came out 16 years ago. There was nothing like this on the radio at that time. It's an incredibly influential album.
The off kilter beats, creepy atmosphere, thom's unique as fuck vocals, and driving basslines, to name a few reasons it gets put on the meme stool.
>>64561942
Epic feels?
I know when I was getting into this scene a few years ago I thought it was the best thing I'd ever heard.
Now I have a hard time actually picking it up and listening to it, even though I still think it's excellent. Maybe it's something about the subject matter that wears on you.
>>64562368
okay mr smarty pants then how come radiohead made the pablo honey before there oih so sweet "avant intelligence craprock"
riddle me this fedora
>>64562406
I can attest to this. I listened to them a lot in high school, then put them down for a while. I now listen to them a few times a year.
Course now I'm on that hype train so I radiohead daily now.
>>64561942
>Kid A
>pop
>>64562368
>Kid A
>krautrock, 20th century of classical music, avantgarde jazz, and IDM
taking electronic beats and putting it in a poprock context doesn't make you stockhausen.
>>64562427
bands can change styles. le fedora meme is so fucking stale holy shit
>>64562427
People grow, progress, learn, and thus change anon. To keep growing as a person should be everyone's goal. Those who don't are forgotten.
>>64562153
just another diamond dozen album
>>64562427
Because they were doing it for fun, and not for art.
They were into the avantgarde while in college they just wanted a fun band to play music in.
>>64562514
>taking electronic beats and putting it in a poprock context doesn't make you stockhausen.
Stockhausen's pieces were not postmodern and in fact his post 1970 repertory including the Helicopter Quartet is an example of the flawed ideals of looking for "new ideas" in this environment: the only things yet untapped are ludicrous and not worth exploring. Combination of art is the new innovation.
>>64562514
>>64562569
Perhaps you could make the statement by substituting Berio in Stockhausen's place, since Berio wrote a definitively Postmodern (perhaps one of the first) musical work, his Sinfonia. But nobody would ever claim Radiohead is more important than Berio, so that itself it a stupid statement.
I honestly don't get why Radiohead the band is even liked so much by the public
They don't sound good, I don't get it
>>64562661
How is it that "They don't sound good?"
>>64562661
your experiences are not universal
>>64562544
yeah ok mr smartpants but how come i havnt grown or progressed or learned anything since middleschool?
>>64561942
What's a pedal stool? Is it a pedal that's also a stool?
>>64561942
that pic is pretty as fuck
>>64562756
I'm going to guess it's because you still attend middle school.
>>64561942
>WHOS DAT FUNKY DUDE STARING BACK AT ME
>>64561942
>pedal stool
it's pedestal.
anyway, it sounds like a nervous breakdown. the lyrics are at times deeply unsettling, and I can imagine Yorke singing them while huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth in a fetal position, waiting for someone to come kill him or whatever. But in a good way.
>>64562130
If it makes you feel better your post was well thought out.
>>64563358
You're taking the bait famalam. Did you even notice the album cover?
>>64563446
I fell for the bait.
Am pleb.
Pls forgive.
:(
>>64562145
I USED TO LOOM LIKE YOU BUT DRESSING LIKE A MESS YE THATS NOT MEEEEEE
>>64561942
>P E D A L S T O O L
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>D
>A
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I'M TIRED
SO TIRED
Kid A is pretty good
Pinkerton is pretty cringe and not good at all
Pinkerton is pretty good
Kid A is pretty cringe and not good at all
>>64562510
>you will never know which album OP was referring to
>>64561942
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>>64564937
Literally samefag saying two opposite things. This is p cringe
>>64561942
fuck off
I think just because it's Radiohead honestly. This is probably my 4th favorite radiohead album. My list goes like
The Bends
In Rainbows
Ok Computer
Kid A
Just a thought.
I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. Radiohead were hunched over their instruments. Thom Yorke slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. Colin Greenwood tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of the makeshift stage. The metal skeleton of the stage ate one end of Florence's Piazza Santa Croce, on the steps of the Santa Croce Cathedral. Michelangelo's bones and cobblestone laid beneath. I stared entranced, soaking in Radiohead's new material, chiseling each sound into the best functioning parts of my brain which would be the only sound system for the material for months.
The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the cobalt sky, which seemed as strikingly artificial and perfect as a wizard's cap. The staccato piano chords ascended repeatedly. "Black eyed angels swam at me," Yorke sang like his dying words. "There was nothing to fear, nothing to hide." The trained critical part of me marked the similarity to Coltrane's "Ole." The human part of me wept in awe.
The Italians surrounding me held their breath in communion (save for the drunken few shouting "Criep!"). Suddenly, a rise of whistles and orgasmic cries swept unfittingly through the crowd. The song, "Egyptian Song," was certainly momentous, but wasn't the response more apt for, well, "Creep?" I looked up. I thought it was fireworks. A teardrop of fire shot from space and disappeared behind the church where the syrupy River Arno crawled. Radiohead had the heavens on their side.
>>64565142
>>64565142
So ez
For further testament, Chip Chanko and I both suffered auto-debilitating accidents in the same week, in different parts of the country, while blasting "Airbag" in our respective Japanese imports. For months, I feared playing the song about car crashes in my car, just as I'd feared passing 18- wheelers after nearly being crushed by one in 1990. With good reason, I suspect Radiohead to possess incomprehensible powers. The evidence is only compounded with Kid A-- the rubber match in the band's legacy-- an album which completely obliterates how albums, and Radiohead themselves, will be considered.
Even the heralded OK Computer has been nudged down one spot in Valhalla. Kid A makes rock and roll childish. Considerations on its merits as "rock" (i.e. its radio fodder potential, its guitar riffs, and its hooks) are pointless. Comparing this to other albums is like comparing an aquarium to blue construction paper. And not because it's jazz or fusion or ambient or electronic. Classifications don't come to mind once deep inside this expansive, hypnotic world. Ransom, the philologist hero of C.S. Lewis' Out of the Silent Planet who is kidnapped and taken to another planet, initially finds his scholarship useless in his new surroundings, and just tries to survive the beautiful new world.
This is an emotional, psychological experience. Kid A sounds like a clouded brain trying to recall an alien abduction. It's the sound of a band, and its leader, losing faith in themselves, destroying themselves, and subsequently rebuilding a perfect entity. In other words, Radiohead hated being Radiohead, but ended up with the most ideal, natural Radiohead record yet.
>>64565341
dumb mobileposter
>>64565353
"Everything in Its Right Place" opens like Close Encounters spaceships communicating with pipe organs. As your ears decide whether the tones are coming or going, Thom Yorke's Cuisinarted voice struggles for its tongue. "Everything," Yorke belts in uplifting sighs. The first-person mantra of "There are two colors in my head" is repeated until the line between Yorke's mind and the listener's mind is erased.
Skittering toy boxes open the album's title song, which, like the track "Idioteque," shows a heavy Warp Records influence. The vocoder lullaby lulls you deceivingly before the riotous "National Anthem." Mean, fuzzy bass shapes the spine as unnerving theremin choirs limn. Brash brass bursts from above like Terry Gilliam's animated foot. The horns swarm as Yorke screams, begs, "Turn it off!" It's the album's shrill peak, but just one of the incessant goosebumps raisers.
After the rockets exhaust, Radiohead float in their lone orbit. "How to Disappear Completely" boils down "Let Down" and "Karma Police" to their spectral essence. The string-laden ballad comes closest to bridging Yorke's lyrical sentiment to the instrumental effect. "I float down the Liffey/ I'm not here/ This isn't happening," he sings in his trademark falsetto. The strings melt and weep as the album shifts into its underwater mode. "Treefingers," an ambient soundscape similar in sound and intent to Side B of Bowie and Eno's Low, calms after the record's emotionally strenuous first half.
>>64565142
I don't understand the rules of the game therefore I can not play because I don't want to violate any unspoken rules.
>>64565380
The primal, brooding guitar attack of "Optimistic" stomps like mating Tyrannosaurs. The lyrics seemingly taunt, "Try the best you can/ Try the best you can," before revealing the more resigned sentiment, "The best you can is good enough." For an album reportedly "lacking" in traditional Radiohead moments, this is the best summation of their former strengths. The track erodes into a light jam before morphing into "In Limbo." "I'm lost at sea," Yorke cries over clean, uneasy arpeggios. The ending flares with tractor beams as Yorke is vacuumed into nothingness. The aforementioned "Idioteque" clicks and thuds like Aphex Twin and Bjork's Homogenic, revealing brilliant new frontiers for the "band." For all the noise to this point, it's uncertain entirely who or what has created the music. There are rarely traditional arrangements in the ambiguous origin. This is part of the unique thrill of experiencing Kid A.
Pulsing organs and a stuttering snare delicately propel "Morning Bell." Yorke's breath can be heard frosting over the rainy, gray jam. Words accumulate and stick in his mouth like eye crust. "Walking walking walking walking," he mumbles while Jonny Greenwood squirts whale-chant feedback from his guitar. The closing "Motion Picture Soundtrack" brings to mind The White Album, as it somehow combines the sentiment of Lennon's LP1 closer-- the ode to his dead mother, "Julia"-- with Ringo and Paul's maudlin, yet sincere LP2 finale, "Goodnight." Pump organ and harp flutter as Yorke condones with affection, "I think you're crazy." To further emphasize your feeling at that moment and the album's overall theme, Yorke bows out with "I will see you in the next life." If you're not already there with him.
>>64561942
I hole-hardedly agree, but allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go. Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.
>>64565410
The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax. It's an album of sparking paradox. It's cacophonous yet tranquil, experimental yet familiar, foreign yet womb-like, spacious yet visceral, textured yet vaporous, awakening yet dreamlike, infinite yet 48 minutes. It will cleanse your brain of those little crustaceans of worries and inferior albums clinging inside the fold of your gray matter. The harrowing sounds hit from unseen angles and emanate with inhuman genesis. When the headphones peel off, and it occurs that six men (Nigel Godrich included) created this, it's clear that Radiohead must be the greatest band alive, if not the best since you know who. Breathing people made this record! And you can't wait to dive back in and try to prove that wrong over and over.
-Brent DiCrescenzo
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>>64565076
Literally oppositefag saying two same things. This is p dope
>>64565368
android no less...
>>64562368
If you're gonna make up words that my brain can't handle then you can get out.
seems... familar album art... hmmm
