I copped a particularly severe dose of Radiohead unexpectantly last week. I thrive on Radiohead, but Friday was a fairly intense day and I certainly wasn't prepared for Hail to the Thief. This moment has had quite a lasting effect.

Emotionally charged, delicately layered, relative. All of this is what I treasure Radiohead for. I had not braced myself for a Radiohead experience. It felt like a length of timber to the back of the head. A rude sharp shock that needs attention and leaves a bruise that lingers.

I will need to ensure that this does not happen again.