A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.
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A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.
A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.
A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.
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A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.
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A Moon Shaped Pool is a lushly immersive experience wrought with flesh-creeping emotion and swaddled in their richest sonics; almost inarguably marking up their best album since 2000’s Kid A.
Arriving five years since their last LP, The King Of Limbs, they’ve consolidated the electronic temperament of Kid A with a timeless palette of string orchestrations and even some soulful, celestial jazz flourishes that really weren’t expected, yet are key to the album’s appeal.
At the centre of it all, Thom Yorke’s vocals - generally the litmus test for any Radiohead recording - are perfectly measured against the backdrops, rather than dominating or even marring them with disaffect. He still sounds pained, but here he’s coolly resigned to his matters, and stoically economical with it.
You’ve probably heard the prickly, Reichian pop swoon of Burn The Witch, but the warbling, Alice Coltrane-like beauties, Daydreaming and Glass Eyes are still warmly awaiting your surprised reveries, and it’s hard not be taken by the spiralling motorik momentum of Ful Stop, or the ghostly, latinate influences woven into the ethereal feels of Present Tense with its fado-like lilt, and especially by the slow sweeping elegance of Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief where the synthetic drum machines and electronic FX merge with symphonic strings like some stray Fenn O’Berg piece.
Your attention is definitely warranted.