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                                        It's one in the afternoon on a cool,
                                        late-summer day in New York, and
                                       Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke and
                                       guitarist/keyboardist Jonny Greenwood are drinking
                                       coffee in the bar of the posh SoHo Grand, sleepy and
                                       subdued after another late night. Two nights ago, the
                                       band ended its month-long U.S. tour with a sold-out
                                       show that attracted the kind of celebrity-studded
                                       turnout -- Leonardo DiCaprio, Claire Danes, the
                                       Marilyn Manson boys -- reserved for only the most
                                       fashionable rock darlings.

                                       After spending most of 1996 recording new material --
                                       with several month-long interruptions for American
                                       and European tours -- Radiohead are drawing big
                                       names because of their recently released third album,
                                       "OK Computer." Beautiful and intricate, the record
                                       has met with almost universal critical acclaim, but it's
                                       still a tentative time for this band of five school chums
                                       from Oxford, England. Inspired by Joy Division to
                                       think of pop music as art and by U2 and R.E.M. to
                                       believe that ambitious art can move the masses,
                                       Radiohead now find themselves in the position of
                                       trying to crack America -- a feat few of their British
                                       contemporaries have managed.

                                       Radiohead established a beachhead in the U.S. with
                                       their 1993 debut, "Pablo Honey" and its
                                       self-deprecating hit single, "Creep." Their 1995
                                       follow-up, "The Bends," sold some 400,000 copies --
                                       about half as many as its predecessor -- despite
                                       favorable reviews and a more ornate sound. By all
                                       accounts, "OK Computer" is the album that will either
                                       make Radiohead bona fide rock stars or forever
                                       relegate them to coulda-been-a-contender status.

                                       What's up, then, with the prog-rock? Given the
                                       album's anthemic song structures, over-the-top guitar
                                       solos, old-school synth sounds and ethereal, layered
                                       vocals, "OK Computer" doesn't sound like anything
                                       that has topped the charts since Pink Floyd's prime.

                                       Greenwood, his face an extreme exaggeration of
                                       Aerosmith guitarist Joe Perry's already caricatured
                                       good looks, gamely admits to an interest in the genre
                                       that dare not speak its name. "I just got suspicious of
                                       everybody saying that everything recorded before
                                       1976 and after 1971 was all awful and terrible," he
                                       says softly, obviously more comfortable when Yorke
                                       fields the questions. "I was brought up to believe that
                                       punk came along and killed off this terrible beast that
                                       had to die, but I figured there must be something to it,
                                       because those bands were so popular." Determined to
                                       form his own conclusions, Greenwood listened to the
                                       likes of Genesis, King Crimson and Pink Floyd,
                                       "though I didn't even bother with Yes, seeing as how
                                       they were met with so much derision."

                                       And?

                                       "It *is* all awful and terrible," Greenwood says, his
                                       brown eyes widening. "I found the one good Pink
                                       Floyd album, 'Meddle,' which is amazing, though
                                       that's supposedly the one that made Johnny Lydon say
                                       he hated them. I came out after listening to all these
                                       terrible Genesis records with the realizations that the
                                       Mellotron is a great instrument, and that you should
                                       never have a song with 'unicorn' in the title. So a few
                                       lessons were learned."

                                       "That and that the Pixies played in lots of different
                                       time signatures and did it much better than the prog
                                       rockers," Yorke adds.

                                       Influenced by both the Pixies *and* prog-rock, "OK
                                       Computer" features unconventional time signatures, a
                                       fair amount of Mellotron and a couple of apparent
                                       Floyd references (check the "Meddle"-like dreamy
                                       ambience of "Subterranean Homesick Alien," for one).
                                       Greenwood and Yorke also say an ideal recording
                                       situation -- producing their own album in a secluded
                                       14th-century English mansion owned by actress Jane
                                       Seymour -- helped shape the record.

                                       "We kind of wanted to get back to a state of where we
                                       were before we got signed, which was 4-tracking,"
                                       Yorke says. "We had a more creative approach to
                                       recording then. There was none of that 'This is a
                                       science lab, and you've got to produce a product at the
                                       end of it -- and this is how much it's costing per
                                       minute.' So we were able to spend a lot of time and
                                       effort getting to a point where we felt creative."

                                       The result is a challenging album that reveals itself
                                       with repeated listenings. Though most of the songs are
                                       dense with thick layers of sound, the album's
                                       spaciousness allows listeners to pick out meticulously
                                       arranged details, such as the sleigh bell track on
                                       "Airbag" and the squeezed, distant vocal effect on
                                       "Climbing Up the Walls." Despite Radiohead's
                                       professed distaste for Yes, the record's complexity
                                       owes at least something to that band's "Tales from
                                       Topographic Oceans."

                                       Lyrically, the band also nods to prog-rock values.
                                       Loosely a concept album, "OK Computer" examines
                                       paranoia, despair, faith and salvation in songs about
                                       miracles and alien abductions. "The emptiest of
                                       feelings/ Sentimental drivel," Yorke sings on "Let
                                       Down." And on "No Surprises," "A heart that's full up
                                       like a landfill/ A job that slowly kills you/ Bruises that
                                       won't heal." While the album offers some hope -- "I'm
                                       on a roll this time/ I feel my luck could change,"
                                       Yorke sings on "Lucky" -- it paints a generally dreary
                                       scene.

                                       "I don't think it's pessimistic," Yorke says, politely
                                       defensive. "I put the stuff in the songs because I can't
                                       say it elsewhere. If you write it down on a sheet of
                                       paper it may sound like that, but it's actually the lyrics
                                       to a song so it's redemptive in its own way. Anyway,
                                       it's compassionate, not condemning."

 Indeed, Yorke is cheerier than his lyrics might suggest,
                                       even joking about how the title of "Subterranean
                                       Homesick Alien" caused an uproar on a Bob Dylan
                                       Internet newsgroup ("How terrible!" he mock-sputters.
                                       "How dare they touch our Bobby!"). He only displays
                                       the ardor and seriousness he brings to "OK Computer"
                                       when, in the course of conversation, the word "art"
                                       comes up.

                                       "I went to art college, but when someone says 'art' to
                                       me now I just think of all this shit down here on
                                       Spring Street in all the galleries, and to me that's not
                                       art," he says. "Pop music actually still does
                                       communicate to people directly, whereas art
                                       communicates to a select few." Visibly worked up, he
                                       continues. "Except that's not true, because most
                                       talented artists don't succeed as artists because they're
                                       not ruthless enough or they don't know the right
                                       people. So most creative people end up working in
                                       some commercial field, and therefore, by definition, a
                                       lot of what the art world dismisses as commercial
                                       work is in fact far more valid as artwork than any of
                                       the bullshit they spew on the public in most galleries."

                                       For their part, Radiohead toe the line between art and
                                       rock with their post-punk aesthetic firmly in place.
                                       "We're very business-minded, but we're not
                                       commercially minded," Yorke explains. "All the bands
                                       we were brought up with -- the Smiths, R.E.M, U2 --
                                       worked against the commercial thing. It's never even
                                       been an issue within the band, because ultimately,
                                       business happens after you've done the work. It's not
                                       relative to the work in any way whatsoever."

                                       That said, there's a lot riding on Radiohead's ability to
                                       entrance America with an album that has few
                                       obviously radio-friendly hits. With "OK Computer"
                                       lagging on the album sales chart -- it debuted at No. 21
                                       in early July but has since slid to No. 91 -- the band
                                       has scrapped its visionary but exorbitantly expensive
                                       plan to make a video for every song on the album.

                                       "We'd be quite happy to not be in the videos, thank
                                       you very much," Yorke says. "I dunno. I just can't see
                                       the point really in having your face in everything.
                                       Besides, it's a lot of time and money, and we decided
                                       we should spend it on the next album instead."

                                       Owing more to Joy Division than R.E.M., it's this kind
                                       of down-to-earth, D.I.Y.-influenced sentiment that's
                                       tempering Radiohead's ambitions for their next opus.
                                       "We'll use the same equipment as this time but we'll
                                       work in different locations," Yorke says.

                                       "And we'll get some vibraphones," Greenwood adds.
                                       "I want to get some vibes."

                                       "Do you know how much they cost?" Yorke asks.

                                       "Thousands, probably," says Greenwood, hair hanging
                                       over his eyes. "Proper vibes are the price of a small
                                       house."

                                       "Fuck it," says Yorke, suddenly all practicality.
                                       "You're renting 'em. We're not buying 'em, all right?"
 

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