The 1995 Radiohead song so bleak Thom Yorke can barely sing it: “I didn’t write it. It wrote itself”
“About staring the fucking devil right in the eyes…”
“About staring the fucking devil right in the eyes…”
Bringing the past into the present.
Radiohead needed to grow a bit.
A cathartic universal dose of pain.
“I make pretty girl rock.”