Welcome to Dissected, where we disassemble a band’s catalog, a director’s filmography, or some other critical pop-culture collection in the abstract. It’s exact science by way of a few beers. This time, we sort through the best and worst of the biggest band to ever come out of Abingdon, Oxfordshire.
The songs had almost all been written, the studio had been booked, and EMI, anticipating an easy process, set a release date only a few months away. “Every three or four days, the record company or manager would turn up to hear these hit singles,” recalled producer John Leckie, “And all we’d done was get a drum sound or something.” Weeks passed. “There was a lot of ‘Jonny’s got to have a special sound…’ We spent days hiring in different amplifiers and weird guitars for him. In the end, he used what he’d been using for the last couple of years.” Thom Yorke called it “painful self-analysis, a total fucking meltdown.” The band missed its deadline by almost six months.
If the recording process for Radiohead’s second album, The Bends, sounds torturous, it also sounds like how they recorded most of their other albums. The band had to take a break in the middle of the frustrating OK Computer sessions. Kid A spanned 18 months and half a dozen different studios. In Rainbows took two and a half years.
Looking back at The Bends, it’s easy to see the blueprint for Radiohead’s later, wilder sounds — how a band dubbed “Nirvana-lite” became a genre unto itself. There’s the glacial, perfectionist pace; self-analysis and self doubt; the feeling of boredom with older sounds; and anxiety about finding something new. For the most part, they have: They’ve put out eight studio albums, most of which really do sound distinct from all the others. Because of this, their technical wizardry, their fire-breathing live shows, and their timeless gift for melody, Radiohead are the most beloved, critically acclaimed rock band working today. All eight records range from “possibly the greatest album of all time” to, at the very least, “pretty good.” This made ranking them a difficult, vexing process. We didn’t rest until we compromised on a list that left us all equally upset.
The five boys from Oxfordshire, initially dubbed On a Friday because that’s when they rehearsed, are now entering their third decade together, and their ninth proper album is finally here. We don’t know when they began working on it since Radiohead likes to slip into the studio as innocuously as Clark Kent into a phone booth. But we do know that one day, and sooner than we’d like, they won’t come out of the phone booth.
All the more reason to stop now and appreciate Radiohead’s many contributions to popular music. Without further ado: Radiohead, Ranked and Dissected. Knives out for the letdown, I’m optimistic but I might be wrong, there, there, no surprises, it’s just lucky everything’s in its right place.