There’s nothing I love more than watching a shitty overrated band pick the pockets of shitty never-bothered-to-rate-them people.
I’d rather look at this than another bullshit picture of Radiohead.
There’s nothing I love more than watching a shitty overrated band pick the pockets of shitty never-bothered-to-rate-them people. By this logic, I should love Radiohead right? Wrong. It’s sort of like watching a guy you hate kick the shit out of some asshole who fucked you over — just because he delivered a beating to someone who had it coming, it doesn’t make him any less of a shit smear.
First of all, the music isn’t even that good. People are gonna fight me on this, but trust me, it’s just not. It’s the perfect soundtrack to smoking weed in the basement for the first time or driving out to the woods to eat mushrooms when you’re 17, but once you get past the “oh man, we’re so fucked, the world is such a fucked up place, man” that accompanies your mid-to-late teens, you should have moved on.
It’s not even the mediocre music that really bothers me, it’s the cult-like aura surrounding them. Their fans insist they’re infallible, they can do no wrong, that Thom Yorke has never even sung a flat note. They’re so unwilling to hear you out or make a single concession, you’d think I was trying to discuss the benefits of omelets to an egg. This type of disturbing devotion should be reserved exclusively for the Sex Pistols and Michael Jackson.
Finally, it’s all the bullshit things these bullshit people are willing to do to get there: trade soiled undergarments, blow a dude at the venue, give a kidney — it’s a sad state of affairs. People are buying scalped tickets for upwards of $600. Are people out of their minds? That’s the equivalent of $600 dollars of cocaine — am I the only one who can do math?
So here’s what you do: Make a Last.FM account, join the Fuck Radiohead group, and in the meantime listen to this: