We interrupt your regularly scheduled Fugazi post for tonight’s purchase.
Any new Radiohead-related release is always treated with a heavily stirred mix of eagerness and dread. One the one hand, Radiohead (or Thom solo) has never released anything that was anything less than stunning (Pablo Honey excepting, and I’ll still fight anyone who knocks Hail to the Thief). But every time they release any new material, pressing play is always preceded by a moment of, “what if this is it? What if their talent has run out? What if this is the one where Thom gets too out there?” And given that two of my favorite releases of the two past years were the creeping, skittering King of Limbs and Nigel Godrich’s moody, grooving Ultraísta, my hopes for Amok were high. So high in fact that I purchased the record without being fully convinced that it was worth the money beforehand.