Thom and the Gang

I know I talk a lot about Sufjan, as if he's the Second Coming, and I do adore him; but no one, and I mean NO ONE, will ever come anywhere near the level of obsession I have for Thom Yorke and the boys o' Radiohead. A good one-quarter of the songs on my iPod are theirs, and the only reason I haven't yet exposed my Radiohead fixation on here is because they haven't released an album since Hail To The Thief two years ago.

But around those times that their album does come out, each time, I become obsessed with a fervor that puts even my most Gyllenhaalic days to shame.

So I'm especially giddy to find the band's blog (thanks, roomie!). They're currently working on the next album, and I've heard rumors that it'll be coming out early next year.

So, this is just an introduction to what will likely be covered ad infinitum in the coming months. Be prepared!

And to sate an insatiable Radiohead appetite, you can download a live session with them here. It's good stuff.

And what the hell as long as I'm being excessive (i.e. me), here's some Thom-ramble:

THIS IS A TEST.
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ch
glu d
to a room
in a skyscrapER
idontSpeakTheLAnguage
no st
IMulAtion
the dust and flexs
too dangerous to v enture
out side nothin aliVe
nothin in th Microwave
isleep withthe screen on
noonec h anges the bed a ndth e war dr obe s ar e
empty
i want to walk on dry land get out of this fucking room
no
a ir

Rnm64 48th fl oo r

a knokin in above argu ing shuFFling

label on pressd shirt
complimenntryyy dryyy clleeeeaaning
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You see, even when he's twee and precious, I adore him. He could do anything, spit on a supper plate and rub his elbows in it, start selling unicorn figurines on eBay, and I would tell you it was the most brilliant thing I'd ever seen. I am beyond gone, in regards to Thom. He is GOD. And the only thing that bothers me about admitting that is that I know that sort of statement makes him cringe.