Funny how things goes. When I was young(er), I prefered the early Radiohead, more accessible, good ol' rock with its mandatory share of saturation, and not too much experimentation. Growing old(er), I started to love the experimental Radiohead, this band taking risks, trying things unapologetically, and never releasing twice the same record. And so, even though this is a really good album, I prefer the "other" Radiohead, fully embrassing its weirdness.
I think I’ve finally worked out why I didn’t get on with Radiohead back in the day. It goes back to their first album and the ubiquitous hit single Creep, which came across as an attempt by some lamestain cob nobblers from Oxfordshire to sound like a Seattle grunge band, and was enough to put me off. This album marks the start of their transition into a more experimental and interesting style, with Thom Yorke’s distinctive vocals (probably an acquired taste), obtuse lyrics and interesting guitar noodling. It’s not quite as compelling as the later albums, but worth a listen though.