The Oxford band has grown accustomed to radical choices - or radical chic?, for the most 'critics are just great ... sharpers - and unconventional strategies, often in opposition to the logics of the recording industry.
Here they are then suddenly announce the release of the eighth album, available only from a few days for download on the official website: www.radiohead.com, the modest price of 7 pounds, barely less than 9 euro at current exchange rates for the MP3 version, 11 pounds for the WAV while sboroni for 36 pounds but can order a pack with vinyl, CD, a collection of 625 (!) artwork and a magazine with the story of disc.
7 pounds for only eight tracks, totaling just 37 minutes never so constipated.
The King Of Limbs (apparently it is the name of an ancient oak tree located close to their recording studio) is a work divided into two halves almost correct.
What once would have been the A side is electronic minimalism, experimental and ambitious, almost outtakes from Kid A or Amnesiac, and may be indigestible as a pan of pizzoccheri. Sampling and scratches, noisy effects, background noise, skewed melodies, percussion show: not really leave anything to the ease of listening. It will also be a coincidence, but opens with a tribal-psychedelic song titled Bloom, the protagonist of Joyce's Ulysses, the novel of the twentieth century inaccessible for excellence. And the next Morning Mr. Magpie (Autechre), Little By Little (perhaps the best of the lot) and Feral - a dustep that seems to tie the recent debut of James Blake - do not deviate from the topic. The Lotus Flower
individual is responsible for ferries in the second half of the disc, instead consisting of four charming and melancholy ballads style Pyramid Song / Sail To The Moon. In particular intimacy delicate Codex (the best song ever: that honor is the name of our publisher ...) and Give Up The Ghosts shows the lyricism inspired by Thom Yorke.
A disc slightly blurred, perhaps. For us less, not only to the masterpieces of the past, but also the penultimate In Rainbows.
brief and incomplete: the final, however, seems to presage Separator ("If you think this is over, then you're wrong") to follow shortly. We remain fearful
pending.
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