What can be said about Radiohead that hasn’t already been uttered by someone else. These guys are our generation’s biggest band, affirmed by the continuous release of ever-evolving albums and keeping a low profile, few bands can attain the sheer respect and mystic that Yorke, the Greenwood bros, O’brien, and Selway have shrouded themselves in.
Someone once told me that ‘Never cry over something that cannot cry over you.‘ For some reason that quote rang through my ears as I stood and watched this set, wondering if these songs were crying over me, or the world in general, and if these songs were a hiccup in the logic of that quote.
Setlist+Pictures and more words after the break!
Metaphorical Representation of Past Events.
The cave’s entrance was a gnarled facade of foliage and insects – it didn’t even look like it went very deep. Strange noises could be heard echoing off walls, seeking the fleshy comfort that the interior of an ear allotted; the hollowed drip of a dank interior aligned with the organic crack of ever-moving earth gave an eerie and foreboding aura to the atmosphere.
The floor was strewn with boulders and stalagmites creating a hedge-maze of rock and water. The deeper inside you allowed yourself, the more visceral each noise seemed. A mere drip turned you around faster than a gunshot.
The walls began to hug you and the air got thinner. A weak murmur came from the darkness ahead – unnatural and startling in its subtlety. Inaudible, it carried past you and faded into the distance.
As you pushed forward towards nothingness, the murmurs became more frequent, more audible, and more unsettling. Words could be heard, fragmented and rambled.
Lying on your chest, the cave rose only inches above you but a small light could be seen in the distance, a shimmer of turquoise, a glimmer of hope. The voice’s ramblings could now form themselves into short sentences.
‘…too much time’
‘…don’t need anyone’
‘…hopeless and helpless’
The light clearly signaled an opening to the cramped cylinder of igneous rock and mineral build up. The voice could now clearly be defined as a child’s. Curiosity conquered any fear that resided in your stomach and you inched closer to the opening.
‘… don’t care about anyone’
The light was too bright to see inside, but as the walls inched closer together, so did the opening. As you cupped your hand around the end and pulled your body through the last of the hallowed earth, minerals clutched your clothing and skin trying to hold you back but the splendor of what could be overpowered the pain of what was.
‘…forever doomed to repeat’
As you pulled yourself through the womb of the cave, the ground you thought was there fell away and you prayed. Falling, you opened your eyes to find yourself in a gigantic crystalline world, jagged and broken, but perfectly beautiful. Your eyes darted about until you finally remembered that you were falling and forced them to look down. A frozen lake of the brightest blue lay below, waiting to accept your body as sacrifice.
You heard the voice again, ‘…taken without consideration,’ then the blinding sound of water ran through your brain and stole your breath.
Your thoughts flew past your brain like they weren’t there. As you opened your eyes you saw a world of blue – shapes floated by like spirits lost to the frenzied pace of living. Your eyes burnt with the fresh pain of sulfur and sodium and reminded you that you weren’t dead. The surface came with a gasp of stagnant air and ethereal matter.
You climbed out of the lake and stood facing a tilted crystalline structure the size of a semi-truck. The voice came back, ‘… what’re we to do,’ and you could feel the proximity. Walking towards it you found a small child sitting on a crystal, talking to what looked like the only dull earthy rock left in the place. From behind, his blond hair caught the blue light and reflected it ten folds, creating an angelic halo of light emanating from his head. You coughed.
Without looking up the child spoke, ‘Have you found what you are looking for?’
‘I don’t know what I’m looking for.’
‘You will never find anything that way.’
‘What are you doing down here?’
‘Looking for the last natural process.’
‘Why are you talking to a rock?’
‘It needed a friend.’
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