Maybe I was best off slinking back to 'Creep' with my tail between my legs, because I didn’t belong here. I genuinely had no idea whether the CD was broken, or if this purported masterpiece was just of such celestial coolness that I, a deeply uncool teenager, would never ‘get’ it. Now, I had been forewarned by the Internet that the sound may take a couple of listens to get used to.
Each track sounded like a radio does if you keep quickly twisting the volume switch back and forth. Instead of the transcendent work of genius I had measuredly been expected… it sounded slightly strange.
Circa 2010: I had got hold of an old, rented copy of the CD, and eagerly inserted it into my parents’ thick desktop computer. When it comes to music, Radiohead’s 1997 OK Computer was my gateway drug, and, as with drugs, the first experience is not always the best one.
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