Some day, when alien archaeologists have pored over the trillions of more interesting facets of ancient human society, some space-PhD candidate, desperate to carve out a niche in space-academy, will dig into these blog posts. And using space-data-science, it will observe a correlation between weather patterns in this little sliver of the landmass and words spent on reviews. Which is to say, a Massachusetts cloudy day has a way of opening a hole for a song to fall down, allowing that song to get settled and strange like a long-lost hobbit.
This is the decade of production, and maybe Moon Shaped Pool (similar cover art!) will be recognized as Radiohead's 3rd decade-bellwether LP some day. There's a similar drenching of strings and sounds and howling exotica choruses, over easy, blues-affected wanderers. Most of its too soppy and poppy, but when the clouds are infinity grey, its tough to resist the endless strains of Cold Little Heart, and other infinite sky-graspers. Kiwanuka's at his best when he goes big, it's a shame he doesn't quite commit to the grandest scope of his vision 3.5/5
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