Thom Yorke-"The Eraser"-Re-examined, 1 year later

Thom Yorke is paranoid, but that's just because we're watching him.

This is a distinct, seperate entity from the Radiohead canon. It's a work of dystopian fiction via small personal observations, rather than a musical journey.

Each track is a cycle suspended in time, not flowing into each other in the traditional album sense. The sonic pallet is a functionally mechanical housing for the lyrical concepts and mood. They resemble Radiohead laptop loop compositions ("The Gloaming", "Where Bluebirds Fly") in structure, except now coldly sterilized of any ambience.

This is not an album to get lost in. Drifting between the background and active perception, it's like the recurring thoughts in your consciousness. They are simply there; an inevitable product of observing the surrounding world.

"The Eraser" is a freeze frame of Yorke's mind in 2006, dumped onto CD, without any additional flourish. Attempting to dig through the surface will yield a black void. The substance is in how you feel about the void. If you're in a goood mood, then you'll feel perfectly satisfied with the void.

This is not a positive or negative review. It is simply inert, neutral, like the album.