Every time Yorke leans into the microphone and lightly parts his lips, the sound that escapes is not a voice but a whisper of melody. A melodic shadow. Try as one might, anticipating his entrance is virtually impossible to predict, and every time his voice freezes you on the spot. Reverberating, this song fully takes control, no questions asked.
Friday, 18 November 2011
This is the Ultimate Music Orgasm.
Every time Yorke leans into the microphone and lightly parts his lips, the sound that escapes is not a voice but a whisper of melody. A melodic shadow. Try as one might, anticipating his entrance is virtually impossible to predict, and every time his voice freezes you on the spot. Reverberating, this song fully takes control, no questions asked.
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