It�s preposterous what Radiohead can catch away with.
In front of 20,000 jacked-up fans at the Comcast Center last nighttime, the English rock giants all but ignored their first triplet albums (those are the ones with all the big-ish wireless hits). They played helen Wills, down-tempo album cuts for long stretches then assaulted the crowd with utter noise no Bon Jovi fan would recognize as music. And everyone loved it.
Why? Because these guys make real art a whole stadium full of people toilet bask in. It�s crack, super platitudinal, but it�s totally true.
It took a while for the mad geniuses to find where they wanted to be. They hit their tread on the third strain, �There There,� in which guitarists Jonny Greenwood and Ed O�Brien ditched their six-strings for tom-toms and beat the hell out of them. From there on out, it was huge rock and fragile, menacing pop done with a unfamiliarity no other major band would dare.
They brutally metastasized the beat of �15 Steps,� so let it fall back into the hypnotic melody. They pushed �Kid A� and �The National Anthem� - iI of the odd band�s oddest songs - downward into a mess of swirling samples and reverb.
So how on the button do they get away with waiting an
