Archived entries for Radiohead

Decade Retrospective: Year 2007

Christmas came early in 2007. As an avid fan of theirs, I’d been waiting years since they released new tracks on their tours to finally get wind of an album being released. Turns out, I got the news and the album all in about a week.

I’m talking of course about Radiohead’s unorthodox release of the brilliant follow-up to Hail to the Thief, In Rainbows. I remember working one of my insane college shifts, from 4 to 8 in the morning, when I read the news on some sort of fucking website. I nearly lost my shit when I found out that not only were they releasing an album, but it’d be a “pay what you want” model and it was coming out within two weeks, direct to my computer. FUCK ME!

This is the second entry for Radiohead, so go ahead and accuse me of being a homer. Or, not really a homer, because we’re not from the same hometown. Biased, perhaps? Beating a dead horse, because everyone knows they’re really fucking good? Also fair. But, like it or not, this is undoubtedly the top album of 2007 for multiple reasons. Continue reading…

Decade Retrospective: Year 2003

This is going to seem like an entry that I would currently make, but I swear this was my favorite album of 2003 at the time. Radiohead was a band that transcended my shitty musical taste; a band that I latched on to when I was young in the 90s for reasons not entirely related to their music.

It was more of a lyrical thing. I would pick out lyrics I heard and be really proud of myself for understanding them, even if it was a shallow understanding. I’d hear Paranoid Android and, at the end, say, “God loves his children? He’s being sarcastic and implying that God doesn’t love his children! I’m a genius. Fuck you, I’m not going to church.” And that’s why I loved them. Seriously.

As a result, I kept up with their music, and although Kid A and Amnesiac weren’t nearly good enough to sway me from the musical genius of Slipknot or Big Tymers, Hail to the Thief stole 2003 from other artists, mainly because it caught me at the right time. And it’s not that far fetched to believe I can make that kind of jump in a year. At least I’m not trying to claim I heard the Young Liars EP out in the suburbs and it turned my life around. Continue reading…

Crate-Diggers, Ep. 3

Holiday season is upon us, which means it’s time to buy some shit for some people that you love, some people that you like, and some people that you kind of know, but will get angry if they don’t get a gift. What better time is there for an extravagant Crate-Diggers episode?

That’s right, this week we’re pulling all the punches. Rarities that you need to find for your loved ones and spend a fuck load of money on. Buy them for yourselves, buy them for your folks, but don’t buy them for somebody that won’t want them.

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I know those tricks. You buy a gift for somebody that you actually want, hoping they’ll say they have no use for it and they’ll give it back to you. That will not work with a record. Why? Because they are inherently cool. That person will keep it, even if they don’t own a record player or like the band. So don’t fucking do it. On to the picks. Continue reading…

Decade Retrospective

Good day, all. It’s the end of the decade, so everybody is making lists. Well I hate fucking lists. They’re corny as all hell and they usually read as a pretentious way to measure whether or not you’ve been cool for the past ten years. So I’m not going to do that because, unlike everybody else, apparently, I haven’t been cool for the last ten years. Some would argue that I’m still not very cool. It’d be hard to dispute that.

So my decade retrospective will begin next week and, as you’d expect, we’re gonna do things a bit differently here at Hood Rich City. I’ll walk you through my top albums of every year with a slight twist: they’ll be picked by how I would’ve picked them at the time. Like a lot of our readers, at the beginning of this decade I was just a young babe, covered in acne and jacking it to the Sears catalog. I was listening to a lot of music that, today, is a bit embarrassing. As a result, my 14 year old self in 2000 wouldn’t have picked the album that was making all the critics pop bobos.

If that means I’m going to make a decade retrospective that leaves out Radiohead’s Kid A, then so be it. After all, everybody knows that album is fantastic. You don’t need another list to confirm that. So tune in next week, where we’ll have an entry every few days. First up: 14 year old Casey explains his top album. (Spoiler alert: I listened to a lot of Hot Boys. And at the time, I thought Lil’ Wayne was the weakest member. Now look at him. I’m a fucking idiot.)



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