Thom Yorke

Radiohead's electronic conscience extracted and isolated: climate dread and political anxiety rendered as glitchy laptop pop, beautiful and uneasy in equal measure.

Atoms for Peace: Yorke's electronic anxiety given a physical body. Flea's bass and Afrobeat polyrhythms collide with glitch editing, making paranoia danceable.

The sound of a man disappearing into his own laptop: Yorke's most skeletal and isolated work, where beats dissolve into static and vocals retreat to whispers.

Yorke's solo masterwork: dystopian surveillance anxiety rendered as dense, propulsive electronic cinema. The paranoia finally found its most powerful vessel.