The vocals rise and morph into a pure white noise, as all the instruments phase into a singular turbine howl before dissipating into tremulous silence. You haven't seen enough. Let me hear both sides. I've already read one critic compare Kid A to The Wall , and while musically dissimilar, a few thematic components are held oddly in common, notably the sense of aural self-analysis and the sweeping indictment of rock. Both works suggest awkward anxiety-ridden relationships with their acclaimed predecessors, OK Computer and Dark Side of the Moon , respectively.
Nobody really wants to wake up in the morning.
And the morning on the far side of Kid A is drowsy and forlorn. And this is not Radiohead in any sense of the word.