Andrew Mueller reviews Radiohead live at The Forum, 8th April 1995

Andrew Mueller reviews Radiohead live at The Forum, London. Photo Steve Gullick.

13 years later can we name the others in the band yet? Well there’s Johnny Greenwood and there’s another Greenwood, a brother, but I can’t think of his name off the top of my head. And then there’s an Ed something or other but the drummer, the drummer I still can’t name. Which is all the more funny because I’ve just remembered that I have actually met him at Reading Festival. 1998 I think. A friend I was with knew Radiohead from growing up in Oxford and he joined us for a drink. I am sure we were introduced but then I’m terrible with names as I’ve just proved so who knows. All I know is that I don’t know his name.

Radiohead are supposedly big on the environment aren’t they? It’s a good enough link. Please do take the time to watch this brilliant, brilliant animation about climate change and its causes. 10 minutes very, very well spent – I guarantee you that you’ll learn something. Apparently Thom Yorke employs a woman to trawl the web for him, searching out things he might like and bringing them to his attention. Well Thom – you should like this.

http://wakeupfreakout.org/film/tipping.html

Elsewhere Neil Kulkarni expresses his love for Coventry while in the process of reviewing Eat Static at Coventry University and Lisa Hoftijzer (who?…anyone?) is “moved deeply…to the bar” (drum splash) by The Mission at Rock City, Nottingham. Which reminds me of another little memory from around this time.

It’s early morning, 6am or thereabouts and I stagger, bleery eyed, into Hereford train station cafe. I don’t expect to see many people at this time of the morning but I certainly don’t expect to see the whole of the fucking Mission sat around a table playing cards, waiting for the London train. One of them has a copy of The Independent. One of them is wearing shorts. This is all I can remember. They sit on the train at the next table to me. They carry on playing cards all they way to Reading where they get out but not one of them speaks for the entire journey. I don’t know if they’d had an argument or what but it definitely felt odd, more than odd in fact, it felt grim. And tedious. It made being in a band seem like really fucking hard work, which I suppose it is, especially when you’ve been flavour of the month and are still flogging a dead horse 10 years after the adulation has faded. I suppose this is why I’ve managed to remember it. Having said that I probably never would have if I hadn’t sat down to scan this in tonight so thanks for jogging my memories Lisa, whoever and wherever you are.