They are an important band of our time. Their eighth album, The King of Limbs has been making everyone’s patience itch recently, anxious with expectations for the unexpected. Radiohead have prevailed most ordeals, from big company campaigns to twitter torment. Wise about the consumers of their music, the band carry an admired status and reputation. They are in control of their destiny, with no commercial pressure, holding the hands of a dedicated fanbase. The wait is over and the verdicts are getting scribbled, typed and published.
Radioheads raw talent still exists and their creativity flows, producing experimentation that cleverly whispers a garden variety of their initial sound. Between each track there is contrast, mood change and individual groove, with a combo of bells, drumming, guitars, trumpets, falsetto vocals and lots of echo. "Little by Little" featuring hypnotics and psychedelics, "Codex" a spacey piano/violin/cello ballad with romantic deep throated echoes then there’s "Give up the Ghost" a natural, acoustic with an essence of folk simplicity. The album may be a disorientating production for some listeners, but really it’s just the bands sugar-coated middle finger rejecting typical album grammar. A fusion of what Radiohead’s discography stands for, humanly mechanic with pearls of soul.