It's a scenario that repeats every decade. In the Seventies, for example: there were the crappy bands (King Crimson), the normal bands (Pink Floyd) and the incredible bands (Black Sabbath). And so it was in the Nineties, when alternative rock was in the DNA of every cat hair that got into your baggy shirt: there were the crappy bands (Slowdive), the normal bands (Nirvana) and the incredible bands (Mazzy Star).
And the same curious "shit-chocolate-honey" dynamic could not help but reverberate in the microcosm of a band that more than any other is the Nineties, but also the 2000s and in particular 2019: [the name is written at the top of this page]. The same goes for Thom Yorke's band: in the 90s they composed crappy albums (Pablo Honey), normal albums (Ok Computer) and incredible albums (The Bends).
"The Bends" overtakes on the right, middle finger extended, the dystopian wankfest of Pink Floyd, only to crash into a truckload of rhetoric in the form of "Ok Computer." So, "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. From bad to worse, increasingly irreparably towards the abyss. "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, with the muffled voices of many girls entering your ears and adoring you. But it's just the tinnitus preceding the stroke, and you still haven't quite understood what's about to happen.
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.
"Fake Plastic Trees is the most beautiful Radiohead song I have ever heard!"
"An album that even after years remains current. Absolute masterpiece!"