I’ve listened through the The King of Limbs once as I write, so this is a first impression.
A lot of people won’t get this record. It could be a bit like jazz. Or Marmite. You know.
For me, it’s an amazing soundscape of gentle restraint and breathtaking inventiveness by artists whose brilliance is likely to be obscured by its understated nature. I kept having to stop what I was doing just to listen to the echos and the gently plucked strings. It’s music for listening to when you’re alone in the house, headphones on, curtains closed.
You won’t be singing along. You might not even hum a tune afterwards.
But it’s a Radiohead album.