If ever a band was made for year-end critics lists, it’s Radiohead. They’ve been releasing albums full of bleeps and bloops to high praise for more than a decade now.
I really loved the Radiohead of The Bends and OK Computer but their appeal pretty much ended for me there (though parts of In Rainbows were listenable). After a five year hiatus, the band released A Moon Shaped Pool last year to (shocked) critical acclaim. It landed at #7 on the Village Voice Pazz & Jop albums poll.
The track ‘Burn the Witch’ earned the twelfth spot on the singles list. I like the lyrics, which are scarily appropriate in the Age of Trump, but the song isn’t all that.
Stay in the shadows
Cheer at the gallows
This is a round up
[Pre-Chorus 1]
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing the song on the jukebox that goes
[Chorus]
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
We know where you live
[Verse 2]
Red crosses on wooden doors
If you float you burn
Loose talk around the tables
Abandon all reason
Avoid all eye contact
Do not react
Shoot the messengers
[Pre-Chorus 2]
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing the song of sixpence that goes
[Chorus]
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
We know where you live
We know where you live
Meet Me In Montauk 
I had no idea Radiohead was still around. Their music never did anything for me then and it doesn’t now. The critics can have them. I’ll continue to pass.