I pay for my $45 shirt, and Ricky and I make our way to our side of the arena. The lobby of Philips Arena has a host of restaurants and stalls selling roasted nuts and beer. They, too, are overpriced. By the time we wonder to the other side, the opening band has finished playing and the Arena is bustling with hums of excited conversation. We find our allocated portal just as the Arena erupts into chaos.
The erratic piano key pushing, cosmic beeps and blurbs and distant drumming of ‘Bloom’ blare from the speakers; the show had begun. Thom and the boys fill the gigantic venue with an even more gigantic host of sounds. Per usual, Radiohead’s lead singer is jerking his body to and fro across the stage, microphone in hand and ponytail situated on his head like cheerleader at the big game. I’m sandwiched between Ricky and a six-foot- four gay man who is sweating with excitement.
“Bloom” fades out and slips into the next track, “Little by Little”. Once I was finished internally freaking out, I notice how spectacular the set is. There is a huge display of different sized screens that morph to make a new formation throughout songs. What is more exciting than that are the colors and visuals that the screens display. Each song has a specific color scheme that fit perfectly. Sometimes there is even a top panel of smaller box-shaped screens plays up-close shots of each musicians at work.
By song three, Phil Selway is pounding on his drums for the opening of “Weird Fishes/Arpeggi.” Blue waves of color swim across the screens. “Morning Mr. Magpie” is a fireball of reds and oranges sliding down panels. It was perfect. Radiohead plays through “Kid A”, “Pyramid Song” and “Nude.” They play six of eight songs from “The King of Limbs”.
While the setlist is fairly diverse, it is a bit lackluster. Fans looking to hear songs from “OK Computer”, “The Bends” or “Pablo Honey” were left “High and Dry”. There were a few smatterings from “In Rainbows” and some all-time fan favorites like “Everything In Its Right Place,” “Idioteque,” “Street Spirit (Fade Out),” and “Pyramid Song.”
As a fanatic, I would have been over the moon if Radiohead would have played “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Songs that I usually skip on my iPod have become some of my finest moments enjoying live music. The real gem of the show had to be their new song, “Identikit.” “Identikit” is heavy on electronic beats and has funky little groove to it; it was almost dance-y even.
The entire show lasted twenty-three songs, with two generous encores that included seven songs total. The band wasn’t overlay chatty with the audience, besides a few silly remarks from their frontman. The two hours I spent with Radiohead and their obsessive fans was well worth the struggle to procure tickets the moment they went on sale and the $20 parking. I left with a deeper, more fanatical appreciation of my favorite band and a really awesome $45 t-shirt.