It was March, one of those evenings that smell like spring... it must have been some birthday party in the heart of high school when you're a seventeen-year-old feeling a bit old inside but with so much to say... Spring, yes, spring tempted you to drink some good red wine while sitting in a corner with a lit Marlboro in the ashtray.
It was extraordinary to stay in that little corner with dark blue Converse, a pair of ripped jeans, and an enormous canary yellow sweater stolen from my father just because it was from the '70s. 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.
It was normal to be a little sad and drunk humming Fake Plastic Trees, but Bones and Nice Dream made it clear that we were among friends. Just made us clap our hands in rhythm on the table while some daring soul timidly invited us to mosh... but there was that girl I liked like crazy, and whistling Bullet Proof, I got closer.
We talked for two hours... we talked... we talked about my love for music, for guitars, it seemed like my ears were invaded by Black Star or The Bends... basically, we just talked: maybe she liked me too, but unfortunately, every time we met, I was trying to hit on her while lost to drink...
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.
It was March, one of those evenings that make you realize it's going to be a wonderful year.
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."
"Fake Plastic Trees is the most beautiful Radiohead song I have ever heard!"
"An album that even after years remains current. Absolute masterpiece!"
"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."