Supposedly an artist can only grow at a pre-determined pace. It takes real skills to go from one masterpiece to another, and very few have done it in so short a time as Radiohead. It's no surprise, then, that after the exponential growth shown on this gem after The Bends allows it to already be hailed as one of music's greatest achievements: a dense, neurotic album about life in modern times, surrounded by the machines that constantly threaten to engulf mankind. Sounds risque? It was, but being the genius songwriters and talented musicians that Radiohead are, they made the album feel as breezy easy as playing a G-chord. In all reality, no band should be able to create such genius so relatively early in their careers (especially not the third album), but Radiohead are a breed apart: determined, talented, and a huge emphasis on quality over quantity (because, really, everyone wanted a Bends No. 2). How good are the songs? Damn good; they held up as a parts of a complete vision very well while standing tall by themselves. The jagged guitar riff and loopy drums of "Airbag" will still excite the way it did five years ago; the three-part rush of "Paranoid Android" still kicks ass, and the album's second side is still unparalleled in superiority. Where the first side is meant to jerk you around, side 2 is a complete mindfuck where you can't fight the power: you have to surrender to it. Will it be regarded as highly as Revolver in following years? Only time will tell, but for now, this is the most important rock album since the Beatles' golden era.