Once I've finished work today I'm driving up to oxford to see a mate who works there. I'm staying there for the night as on saturday we are off to see Beck,Supergrass and Radiohead play live at an open air gig *Yawn*
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
absolutley, without doubt, sell my mother to have a chance again, damn my ears are still ringing,I don't think I should of tried those noodle's, made friends with 42,000 other people, the best set I have ever heard live
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
The whole day was blinding. there were 13 bands playing and all of them were introduced by the boy lard (From radio 1's mark and Lard). all the lowly bands were pretty damn good then at 6, Super grass came on and really got the crowd going. I've heard them play before and they have definatley improved as it was a very good hour long set. After them, Beck came on and done a hour long acoustic set which was ok'ish, but hten again i'm not really into beck. Radio head came on at 8.30 and the whole 42000 poeple went estatic as they played a mamoth 2 1/2 hour set. They didn't drop one note and where absolutley brilliant. the only downside was at 10, the whole sky dropped down on us and We all got absolutley soaked.
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
for everyone who know's Kid A, The baseline on idioTeque that was blasting out was unreal. my mate who wasn't at the concert heard it at about 4 miles away
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
If Radiohead controlled the weather, they could have made the stormclouds above South Park piss all over their hometown teddy bear's picnic right at the crucial point in 'Paranoid Android' when Thom pleads "rain down on me..." Instead, the storm breaks three songs later, unleashing a downpour of Biblical proportions. So it's official: Thom Yorke is not god after all.
Rewind an hour and Radiohead are wired from the start - nerves, maybe, or pure adrenaline. Opening drone-projectile 'The National Anthem' is taut and fraught, surfing on dirty scuzzfunk bass. Then 'Airbag' is raw and rugged, its DJ Shadow clusterbeats stoned on heady space-rock. Thom spins like a broken gyroscope, words vomiting from his unshaven jaw. The others follow suit, Colin spazzing like a speedfreak, Jonny fizzing with sonic fireworks, Ed a jack-knifing juggernaut. This is clearly a band aiming for visceral garage-rock rather than cerebral avant-jazz. A band with something to prove.
The staging is puritanically minimal, foregrounding Radiohead's keep-it-real art agenda. The gamble pays off, mainly because they play with guts and masses of hits: a howling 'Lucky', a shimmering 'No Surprises', a toweringly anthemic 'Fake Plastic Trees'. Meanwhile, grainy video screens flicker with monochrome up-the-nostril close-ups of Thom hunched over his piano. He looks like an angry anchovy, eyes screwed tight, quaking with emotion. This is not brain music. On good form, Radiohead do choking intensity better than anyone.
'Amnesiac' holds up well against heavyweight competition. For anyone left cold by the album's wheezing, antique textures and cryptic sentiments, most of these tunes grow sharp claws and gnarly attitude in public. 'Packt Like Sardines In A Crushed Tin Box' is wiry and animated, with Thom growling "I'm a reasonable man, get off my case" through gritted fangs. The skimming melancholy of 'Knives Out' becomes a full-blooded lament, while the caustic 'Dollars And Cents' scuttles and hisses like an insect army on the march.
But the opaque jazzerama side of 'Amnesiac' gets lost in the rush. Only the fractal time signatures and seasick piano swells of 'Pyramid Song' allow Radiohead to indulge their Thelonius Monk tendencies. The silvery spine-tingler 'You And Whose Army?' is delivered on a low heat, without the usual Blair-baiting preface or Billie Holiday sobs. And one sad absentee is the album's splendidly splenetic, brass-driven finale 'Life In A Glasshouse', despite guest player Humphrey Lyttelton sharing the South Park bill. A missed opportunity, since one of the teasingly unresolved threads of 'Amnesiac' is of 21st century big-band jazz, an alternative pop history where trombones outlast guitars. Shame. Maybe next time.
This is essentially the same set Radiohead have been slogging around Europe for two months, with the sole and significant addition of 'Creep' as a rousing, incandescent encore. But in fairness, for most of South Park's sodden souls, this rarely revived landmark single is the icing on a flawless evening. A beaming Thom seems to offer it as an afterthought, a reward, a cathartic affirmation. Everybody within 30 miles of Oxford sings along, soaked to the bone, bonding in the Biblical downpour that even Thom Yorke was powerless to prevent.
Because Radiohead are not gods. But for these two hours, at least, they were godlike.
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
I met an agent last week who wnated to buy ne a drink. I went home first as i finished early, and had a cheeky J. Got Amnesiac on the minidisc and walked back to the city to meet him. In that 10 minutes, the Thom York & J combo turned me from a suit to a neurotic, paranoid shivering wreck.
don;y talk to me about being a shivering wreck after the sky decided to come down and play . NME got it slightly wrong, it was actually raining when paranoid android was on but only slightly, but when it did chuck it down I though noah was going to come along
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
Yeah, well I'm gonna build my own lunar space lander! With blackjack aaaaannd Hookers! Actually, forget the space lander, and the blackjack. Ahhhh forget the whole thing!
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