Well, now, all of this is quite heavy. But the center of Amnesiac, the moment when its lodestar goes nova, is not heavy at all on its surface. It’s a tiny little dance number called “I Might Be Wrong,” and it has more and less in it than anything else on the album. It’s like a balloon, but a very sad and angry balloon. Its rhythm recalls the genre which we hope is dead now and no-one will ever mention again -- I mean “trip-hop” -- but the snare’s meaner, and the attack is nastier. The riff, a two-string matter that sounds like the James Gang on a bad Quaaludes bender, is catchier than swine flu -- you want to hum it to yourself: dum-dum dum da-dum dum, dum-dum dum da-dum dum. It goes on and on. It monkeys around at its lower end; toward the song’s muted finale, we’ll learn that there was a keyboard, the same one that made “Packt Like Sardines” sound so carbonated, running underneath the guitar all along. The words and melody that Yorke layers over this are a playfully mournful matter, like a nursery rhyme for morbid little boys and girls to sing while they read the obituary page. |
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