The Eraser is a stark and adventurous pop album, with songs that have depth and inherent quality. But it would seem the blogosphere is not entirely convinced of Thom Yorke's ability. Instead, the internet has sighed dissapointment, while the mainstream media (Rolling Stone's four star review not withstanding) seem to simply be trivializing the album's collective merits.
I must say that I belive this is more a case of the vultures circling hoping for a corpse to turn up. And now they are eating a living breathing creature. Thom Yorke's solo album (if he wanted to be called something else he shouldn't have released it under his own moniker), is a tight package of 9 songs, all of which are at least as good as the highlights on
Hail To the Thief.
I've grown uniquely fond of "And It Rained All Night," Yorke's "tribute" to Eno and Byrne's
My Life In The Bush of Ghosts. It's a shit kicker of a song with an amazingly scatty vocal turn from Thom and a bass line as good as any musical tid-bit the rest of Radiohead have ever turned in. Listen to it, let your ears tell you what's what.
