Even your hair game has been off. But Thom and his mates feel the same numbing pain. It is techno-ennui. It is the Mope in the Machine. Yes, this Kid A is one miserable, robotic bastard and its digital voice sings to you.
Music grows slowly in the cold.
Like an advancing glacier, the band's sound is a surreal force of nature, pregnant with alien atmosphere. Music also grows melancholy in the cold. It's all muffled magic. Every shake gives them a new way of looking at their approach to impossibly high-wired rock 'n' roll. On the Bad One is personal with politics.