10 Dec 11
I have a deep, passively sexual appreciation for almost any sound that Devontè Hynes could wish to bestow upon me. It’s an unfortunate but entirely understandable affliction, based largely on his almost offensively flawless musical history. One marred only by that inexplicably poor EP with Van Dyke Parks; once more proving once and for all that even milk from sacred cows can taste fucking terrible. Still, we all make mistakes every now and then dont we, Radiohead? So what do you get when you take the undisputed track of the year, add some mildly road ravaged vocals and interrupt only for some premature applause? The answer can be found above. No, further than that. Yep, yeah. There you go. Have a wild old time.