Se llamará "King of limbs" y saldrá el 19 de febrero
Se llamará "King of limbs" y saldrá el 19 de febrero
este sábado ya?
Sí, como el que no quiere la cosa... ¿Será gratis?
Por lo visto sí que se podrá descargar
Radiohead have unveiled release details for their next album -- which fans will be able to listen to in a matter of days. The follow-up to 2007's 'In Rainbows' is called 'The King of Limbs' and pre-orders are available now.
For the time being, fans will have to buy the album in three formats at once -- two clear 10" vinyl records, compact disc and MP3 or WAV download. Physical copies are to be shipped May 9, though downloads are available from Feb. 19.
Pre-orders are available from a web site named after the album, where the band call 'The King of Limbs' "the world's first (perhaps) Newspaper Album." There is no explanation of what that might mean, though the site explains the album comes with "many large sheets of artwork, 625 tiny pieces of artwork and a full-colour piece of oxo-degradeable plastic to hold it all together."
Could the band be cutting and pasting bits of newspaper even as we speak? Additionally, one lucky purchaser will also receive a signed two-track 12" disc.
'In Rainbows' caused a media storm when the band chose to release it digitally, allowing fans to take it for free, or pay as much as they felt it was worth.
This time, however, the band's album comes at a price -- £6 ($9.60) for the MP3 version and £9 ($14.40) for the WAV version, with the two "newspaper" versions costing a weightier £30 ($48) for the version including the MP3 download and £33 ($52) for the version complete with WAV.
cojonudo!
no me voy a gastar 7 euros así q a esperar a que se filtre por otro sitio 
yeah! que sorpresa no? y lo anuncian a cinco dias vista? de todas formas ya iba tocando...cuantas buenas noticias hoy!
Los de la Vice por lo visto ya lo han oído...
1. INTRO 1
Johnny Greenwood’s lush orchestral opener contains virtually no words, except for a brief refrain at the end, where Thom intones over and over in his most morose vocal: “War. Killed. Me. I. Died. In. A. Big. War.”2. INTRO 2 (INTO THE BATTERY FARM)
“Babies’ eyes/Babies’ eyes/cancer, flies, thyroid pies,” laments Thom, on this beastly overture, reminiscent of “The National Anthem”, or perhaps “Killer Cars”, while Johnny Greenwood plays a timpani with a zither as though the planet’s alternative fuel options depended on it.3. P£T£R P£PP£R
The first of the tracks that Radiohead composed by riffing over whatever was playing on Fearne Cotton’s Live Lounge during that day then erasing the original track, “P£T£R P£PP£R” is Thom’s deeply personal reaction to the events of the banking crisis. It is an angry rant at the 12% per annum depreciation in the value of his Oxford mansion over the past three years, for which he holds Sir Fred Goodwin personally responsible, juxtaposing the dramatic collapse of RBS and a local tableau of his house-selling circumstances.
Key lyric: “Cardboard boxes/Files for the shredder/Did Foxtons call, hon?/End of my tether.”4. THE OBSERVER
Where would the ‘world’s first newspaper album’ be without the ‘world’s first newspaper song’? An interlude similar to “Fitter, Happier…” in which Victoria Coren’s Observer columns are read chronologically by the late WWI Tommy, Harry Patch, over a nine minute slice of “Bieber 800%”.5. TAILBACK ON THE LUNAR EXPRESS
RadioheadÂ’s most challenging composition yet. Consisting in its totality of a single note on an acoustic guitar played in a metronomic four beats to the bar, it reputedly took the group two years just to build the studio set-up that would allow them to create the perfect take, during which time Nigel Godrich had three nervous breakdowns and began hallucinating that he was a tick on the rump of Aztec king Montezuma.6. RAPE ALARM
Like “Nude” on In Rainbows, this is Radiohead stripped bare: a song that will send goose-shivers up your spine, down your aorta, straight into your left ventricle, killing you. Only play if you’re on statins and have a BMI of less than 25.7. CREEP II
A Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps-style updating of the material that first won them fame, “Creep II” is a tender ballad that finds the same character approaching middle-age, reflecting on his traumatic unrequited love, looking her up on Facebook, then expressing a high degree of schadenfreude in finding out that she’s fat, newly divorced from her jock asshole high school sweetheart, working in a call center for EDF Energy in Stratford, and lists Amy McDonald and The Beatles as her favorite musicians.8. CALLS WILL COST £1 PLUS STANDARD RATE. CALLS FROM MOBILES MAY BE CONSIDERABLY MORE
A hurricane scree of “Idioteque” electronic noise and acid jazz with a bassline sampled from the Fat Albert theme-tune and replayed on a baguette, over which Thom spits his most barbed lyrical darts yet.
Key lyric: “Louis/Liar. Cheryl/Chernobyl. Dannii/Dachau. Simon/Srebrenica. Pouty face/Cross face. Backstory/Sob story. Red tops/Top off. Best bits/Montage. Black one/Gay one/Old one/Comedy one. Vote me off/Lead me on/Put. Me. Down.”9. FML
A clear marker that the Oxford quintet have been keeping pace with the most cutting-edge music of the 20th Century, this is a gloopy, ethereal noisespace that sounds like Burial jamming with M. Ward in a nightbus at the bottom of the Thames on a mixing desk made of ennui and marmalade. Lyrically, the Iraq Inquiry comes under ThomÂ’s microscope as he contrasts Tony BlairÂ’s testimony with the sex scenes glimpsed in his memoir, A Journey, and directly addresses Cheri Blair.
Key lyric: “Mrs, how did your huge mouth kiss his lips that lied?/Did you moan as the Iraqi children cried?”10. OUTRO II (INTRO)
As a stuttering, almost tango beat builds from wafts of diaphanous electronic noise in the background, three minor chords ring out insistently on a grand piano, and a single cello etches a heartbreakingly rich, redolent tattoo of warm, regretful passions, over which Thom Yorke sings about how much he loves pussy.
Key lyric: “Pussy. Pussy. Pussy/Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Slap dat, lick dat, split dat, spit dat.
Girl your coochie get so moist/I ainÂ’t got no other choice.
Big ones small ones fat ones thin ones/Don’t give a fuck/Long as I’m in one.”Instant verdict?
Another classic: one that marries the taut electronica of Pablo Honey with the anthemic Britpop belters of Kid A and the complex prog of The Bends. A radical reinvention that fuses timeless langour with post-modern darkness over towering ziggurat electronica. It is a quantum leap; in the sense that it transplants you inside the body of a West Virginia stripper in 1967 who has to solve her brotherÂ’s murder with the help of a computer called Ziggy. Innovative use of physical productÂ… saving record industryÂ… blahÂ… reluctant starsÂ… contrariansÂ… pioneersÂ… Godrich, their fifth BeatleÂ… still ahead of the curveÂ… blah shellfishÂ… GlastonburyÂ… picnicÂ… shoesÂ… busÂ… car crashesÂ… Global warningÂ… more than just an albumÂ… etc.
Los de la Vice se habían fumado algo creo...
El tracklist es este:
01. Bloom
02. Morning Mr Magpie
03. Little by Little
04. Feral
05. Lotus Flower
06. Codex
07. Give Up The Ghost
08. Separator.
Pero se suponía que el setlist ese era broma no? Eso de Creep 2 <!-- s
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ah, pues yo me lo creí... claro, que tampoco lo leí todo 