Here I am again! Guys, there are surely many reviews on Radiohead, but I want to write one too, OK?
This review of mine will focus on “The Bends,” the best album in my opinion ever produced by Radiohead. “The Bends” an extraordinary album, exceptionally simple and exceptionally rock good. It is an album that comes straight at you with some of the most beautiful ballads ever heard. “Fake plastic trees” is the most beautiful Radiohead song I have ever heard! You never get tired of listening to it, its value is indisputable! The sound of the album has not yet undergone the electronic shift that unfortunately will come inexorably and, in my humble opinion, will lower the level of the band and is clearly better than the previous works. But we are talking about “The Bends” and therefore it is right to mention the most valuable tracks of an album I do not hesitate to call a masterpiece. “Just” is a powerful track, power that doesn't undermine its emotionality; I would define it as a “rough” diamond.
“Nice dreams” is dreamy and demonstrates, if there was ever any need, the brilliant and simultaneously weak personality of Thom Yorke. Weakness that also emerges in the song-dialogue “Bullet proof..i wish i was.” Outburst and criticism in “My iron lung.” The album concludes its spectacular and intimate journey with another gem, “Street spirit,” a song that delivers intense and precious emotions. A song that, as Thom Yorke said, “wrote itself.”
An album that alternates between melancholy, “happiness,” mystery, and anger. An album that even after years remains current. Absolute masterpiece!
There are no songs written just to fill space; each has its own logic and independent life.
For some, it is the most beautiful Radiohead CD, far from the paranoias of OK Computer; in my opinion, it is a splendid precursor.
"'Fake Plastic Trees' and 'Street Spirit' are absolute masterpieces included in THE BENDS."
"This album gathers the entire essence of the sound that characterized Radiohead."
It was extraordinary to talk about poetry while the wine was taking effect, the cigarettes burning themselves out, and High and Dry was sliding freely and sweetly through the room.
That night I spent awake with eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, the lamp with its soft light, and Street Spirit in my ears rocking me like a lullaby.
"The Bends captures that tragedy, that drama, that sense of ambiguous despair that slices and tears the skin off you while making you believe you’re soaking in a pool."
"The Bends is what separates the overtaking from the crash, a moment when adrenaline should ignite the heart, but instead a gas embolism arrives just before the accident."