Managing to occupy an incredibly narrow strip between Radiohead front man Thom Yorke's solo albums and the main band, whilst featuring fellow band alumni, Johnny Greenwood, wasn't an exciting prospect for me and pretty much Radiohead tbh. However, this was a much more thrilling and dynamic offering than expected. Offering some of the finest white funk this side of the immortal Krautrock legends Can and some of Yorke's most beautiful singing. Even if the dystopian lyrics were a bit slogany and the second half outweighed the first, it still would've made an excellent follow up to A Moon Shaped Pool - which it does I guess.