Radiohead - Just

Aşağıdaki yazı "Working Class Magazine" blogundan alıntıdır. Steven Wells tarafından Radiohead'in "Just" videosundan yola çıkılarak yazılan bir eleştiri. İlginç geldi, paylaşmak istedim.

Radiohead - Just


Steven Wells:

It's the video for ‘Just'. Which, by the way, just happens to be an amazing piece of music.

But this video speaks great echoing volumes about Radiohead's massive popularity with white Western middle class 21st Century males, aka the most privileged and pampered group in human society.

It features a rich white male lying down on the pavement.

As a rich white male pop band look down form a nearby building, rich white people approach the geezer and ask why he's just lying there and not running around going "whoopee!" and spending cash and generally enjoying being the one of most privileged bunch of c*nts in human history.

Now I imagine a lot of editing went on at this point because no one tells the miserable f*ck to get up, pull his socks up, take some Prozac and stop feeling sorry for himself. No-one says: ‘Look our grandparents used to make regular visits to the doctors to have tapeworms wound out of their f*cking arseholes on sticks, so think on you sad c*nt, stop just f*cking lying there blocking the pavement and go do something useful, you pathetic, self-pitying piece of shite."

The last shot is an aerial view of every white middle class person for miles lying on the ground being really sad.

The moral is clear: rich, white, healthy 21st Century westerners are totally justified in being like really sad and oh-woe-is-me and why they love rock bands fronted by rich, white, healthy 21st Century westerners who bellyache on and on and on about how f*cking pitifully miserable they are.

And it explains why the band have never written a song titled ‘F*ck Me — More Money!' or ‘Let's Go Down The Cashpoint'.

In 1999 Travis asked ‘Why Does It Always Rain on Me?' At my command thousands of NME readers sent whiney Fran Healey a postcard reading "Because you're a c*nt". But I then wrote a personal letter to Fran, stating that if he really wanted to know he should ask Thom Yorke but that he might not like the answer because it would almost certainly make him lie down on the pavement, like forever.