Thom Yorke
Tomorrow's Modern Boxes

Coming back home.

Finally, you return, and everything is the same as you left it. The same smells, the same sensations, the keys hanging in the usual place, the chair with that leg defect that only you know how to manage, the postcards pinned on the fridge next to Che's photo, the faded carpet, the cat's bowl, and the sun making its way through the shutters, filtering the images of the living room with the dust particles giving them a familiar look.

And you realize that the only one who has changed is you.

Take away the claustrophobic essence of "Amok" and the disconnected one of "The King of Limbs", add a pinch of warmth to the compositions and you’ll get this "Tomorrow's Modern Boxes", a new and unexpected release from the now tireless Thom Yorke.

There were talks for weeks about new recording sessions with the band and by now, it’s known that every time Radiohead enters the studio, the speculation about the possible nuances the next album might have multiplies. This sycophantic attitude from critics and fans has become truly unbearable, as if there was nothing better to do in life. Life.

That’s perhaps why this album, coming out without any prior promotion, seems to be the first real appearance since the times of "In Rainbows". It is brought to life just like that, without much thought, in a spontaneous manner, with its possible intrinsic imperfections, with its questions without answers.

It's not a perfect album, but it doesn’t want to be.

If the single "A Brain In a Bottle" is the consequence of the in-depth electronic study in these years, "Guess Again!" recalls the natural perfection of "Pyramid Song", a 2.0 version, of course. The gem of the album alongside "Truth Ray".

Even the moments mainly thought for club play, like "There Is No Ice (For My Drink)", seem enveloped in a more human and tangible atmosphere. You notice it in the break created by a few piano chords, muffled notes soaked in a sort of earthly, natural liquid, then subsequently immersed in the electronic structures that have been nervously accompanying every new release related to Yorke for years.

The voice itself seems to truly arise from the stomach this time, without the useless tricks we had gotten used to lately.

In short, listening to it made me at peace with myself again. It made me feel at home.