A glowing, multi-colored collection of songs frozen inside a technological
fresco, OK Computer is a tribute to the tortured humans who created it as well as
a blessing to the fans who play it relentlessly. The album is Radiohead's most ambitious
work as well as the decade's most perplexing and compelling artistic statement.
Working inside a remote 14th-Century mansion in the countryside of
England, these five men became slaves to their songs as they drafted a perfect
rock-and-roll symphony for the turn of the Millennium. Who would have ever imagined the
band capable of writing a simple pop hit like "Creep," or an mediocre album like
Pablo Honey, could mature enough in four years to become capable of formulating -
let alone recording - an album this amazing. It only begins to make sense when one takes
into account The Bends, on which the
group almost renders its first album moot.
But even when one considers The Bends, a pop masterpiece in its
own right, OK Computer is still awe-inspiring. Like Robert Johnson stepping into
the woods to learn guitar from the devil, or the Beatles stepping into Abbey Road to learn
songwriting from each other, the members of Radiohead holed themselves in a haunted estate
to collaborate with supernatural forces and inevitably work magic.
The album's new-age compositions sound intricately crafted, with myriad
different parts clicking together to create and fuel this incredible music machine. With
the assistance of producer Nigel Godrich, Radiohead force you into to their dreamy
melancholia from note one and proceed to hypnotize you with the album's swirling, complex
and hard-rocking first half.
The first three songs beam you up into the band's flying saucer to take
you on a psychological space journey. Guitarists Jonny Greenwood and Ed O'Brien produce
climbing, sliding melodies as bright sonic supernovas cruise past. Slowly, the ride sets
you into a cloudy trance with the rhythm section rapping the beat of your nervous heart.
By the second track, "Paranoid Android," the band members seem like wide-eyed
aliens trying to comfort you with their bizarre impressions of Earth. But their jaded
interpretations of human existence scare you as often as they put you at ease.
The band then decides to drive you through a string of songs centered on
themes of genuine love and tragic loss. "Exit Music (For A Film)" and "Let
Down" are tied together perfectly. Working as one, the pair moves you in a way
youd been only affected by tragic literary classics such as Shakespeare's
"Macbeth" or Bram Stoker's "Dracula."
The emotionally exhausting close to "Exit Music," which was
actually used at the end of a modern film-adaptation of "Romeo and Juliet,"
crushes your will to live just before the gently flowing "Let Down" shows how
you can be "crushed like a bug" and still carry on with life. After a lovely
instrumental lull in the song's middle third, the band pulls the floor out from beneath
you, while singer Thom Yorke oddly assures, "You will know where you are."
Luckily, they close the side with the unnaturally catchy "Karma Police," the
album's hit single, if you want to limit it to that.
If Radiohead only managed to playfully hypnotize you on the record's first
side, the band calculates a full-throttle mind fuck during its second half. First, they
put you on edge with the intense "Fitter, Happier," where a computer voice mocks
you and your pitiful daily existence. Then they lash out at your eardrums with the
whistling train crash that is "Electioneering." Finally, and most terrifyingly,
they take complete control of you, like a demon taking possession of a soul, with
"Climbing Up The Walls."
"I am the key to the lock in your house," Yorke explains. His
sinister snarl grows louder as the backing music tunnels its way toward your brain,
slithering through your aural passages like a snake. Before long, the tune's ending
swallows your gray matter whole as the singer reminds you this is not a nightmare. He will
still be climbing inside of your skull when you wake up the next morning and turn your
alarm off.
Somehow, though, you end up sympathizing with this mad terrorist and his
cronies for the remainder of the album. It isn't terribly hard to feel pity for your
captors only because they have held you close, sharing their most intimate fears
throughout the musical journey. Yorke reveals his twisted real-life phobias throughout the
album, from opener "Airbag," where we meet him just after he's survived a car
accident, to "Lucky," where he is being pulled from a plane crash.
On the final song, we feel him heading toward a third and more traumatic
collision, perhaps his own death. The song, "The Tourist," casts him as the
captive in your control. You're moving at a 1000 feet per second, while he desperately
pleads beside you to "slow down." Before you realize what's happening, the album
collapses in its climactic finish, signified by the sounding of a chime.
It's hard to draw a definitive moral out of this digital fable. Perhaps
it's about the collision between humanity and the mechanical world -- the clash between
natural ambition and modern society's constraints. Maybe it's about Thom Yorke's tortured
childhood and the resulting paranoia he seems to shoulder at all times. Maybe it's about
nothing specific at all, but instead a vague representation of life at the turn of the
century.
More likely, where a listener's search for this album's true meaning ends,
a pure enjoyment of its addictive energy begins. Like a magic act, it's a bit frustrating
to leave a show every time trying to figure out how the tricks worked. Sometimes it's best
just to enjoy the mystery and give way to the ignorant bliss. Take OK Computer at
face value and you will certainly be rewarded with an incredible aural experience.