This taken from Jim Irvin's review of a recent Radiohead show in Barcelona's Zeleste Club, printed in Mojo magazine.
"Only Jonny -a chronic upstager - makes a point of leaving his post. Wearing a surgical wrist splint to ease RSI, he slashes merry hell out of several guitars, using them as effects generators as much as conduits for a melody. Sometimes he'll unleash a particularly wayward sound and have to tear across the stage after it. Either that or he's constantly fiddling with various stage-level devices that require him to bend in two and suddenly pop into the spotlight just as Thom's coming to a good bit. When the guitars have been discarded, he can make a meal out of even the simplest keyboard part, apparently using his entire, rangy body - from toe to bony finger - to depress a single note. He even steals our attention when he's not there. On one occasion, we hear an electric piano being cuffed but can't see who's responsible. A dim spotlight slowly comes on at the rear of the stage and Jonny's revealed, giving it the full Phantom Of The Opera and flinging his lustrous bangs about. Most touching of all is the moment when a burly roadie delivers a small item on a stand to his corner. It's a glockenspiel. And Jonny proceeds to attack it like he's Paganini Emerson, dark prince of tinkly things."
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