('I wish I was special..You're So fucking special') This song, aptly entitled Creep, is a refined mix of soulful rhythm and taunting rock guitar jabs. I remember hearing it for the first time at a house party in Manhattan when I was in my mid-twenties, thinking to myself this is the way music is going. It’s moody and melodramatic the way an obsessed fan might be, and I have had my share of obsessions in my lifetime. It’s an anthem to all the things you wish you could touch but know you’ll never be able to. They’re just.. out.. of reach. During the bridge when Thom Yorke breaks into falsetto, there’s so much intensity that you become glued to the sound. It’s inescapable. ('But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here...')
From the historical writing archive. Original date: November 22, 2015. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.
