On June 16th, 2012, as Radiohead’s crew was setting up the elaborate LED stage lighting system for the band’s show in Downsview Park in Toronto, the stage suffered a collapse, injuring three and killing the tour’s drum technician, Scott Johnson. The show was cancelled, the sellout crowd sent home, and the media speculated about whether the band would continue the globe-spanning tour behind their eighth album, The King of Limbs. Not only did the collapse damage their custom lighting system (a key component of their live show), but the trauma of losing their friend and crew member clearly struck deep among the band’s members. On the band’s website, drummer Phil Selway described the band as “shattered” by the loss. Lead singer Thom Yorke later described finishing the global tour as his toughest achievement as a band member.
The band first took the stage again several weeks after the accident, with a significantly pared-down set of screens and lights illuminating the stage. The setlists on the King of Limbs tour had, to that point, generally begun with the album’s opener, “Bloom,” which in live form – aided by the addition of a second tour drummer, Portishead’s Clive Deamer – had become a polyrhythmic, propulsive launch to a high-energy set. As the band entered and took up their instruments, however, the visual and sonic landscape that opened the set was very different.
Under bare lighting, guitarist Ed O’Brien began scraping the top of his guitar neck above the bridge. Strumming in eighth notes filtered through a Boss reverb pedal, O’Brien slowly filled the arena with the ambient opener of “Lucky,” a standout track from the album that took the band from relative alternative rock anonymity to critical acclaim, 1997’s OK Computer. While on the King of Limbs tour the band had regularly played the song as part of its sets, but to open the show with it was unusual; indeed, it had not happened since 1998.
The lyrics quickly sent the contextual message:
“Pull me out of the air crash…pull me out of the wreck.”
As the band conjured the horrors of machinery crushing flesh (a regular theme in Yorke’s writing since the band’s first album), the song’s rousing affirmation – one of the few times in Radiohead concerts where the crowd is actively encouraged to sing along – “It’s gonna be a glorious day,” took on a whole new meaning. This was flesh, this was art, protesting against the impersonal forces – fate, machinery, modern technological existence – whose casualties sometimes come home in very personal ways. Mark Greif identifies such moments as notes of “defiance” as opposed to “revolution” in Radiohead’s art:
The difference between revolution and defiance is the difference between an overthrow of the existing order and one person’s shaken fist. When the former isn’t possible, you still have to enact the latter, if only so as to remember that you’re human. Defiance is the insistence of individual power to confront an overwhelming force that it cannot undo. You know that you cannot strike the colossus, but you can defy it with words and signs. In the assertion that you can fight a superior power, in the declaration that you will fight, an absurd overstatement gains dignity by exposing you, however uselessly, to risk. Unable to stop it in its tracks, you dare the crushing power to begin its devastation with you.
Greif goes on to argue that “at its best, Radiohead’s music reactivates the moods in which you once noticed you ought to refuse. It can abet an impersonal defiance. This is not a doctrine the band advances, but an effect of the aesthetic.” As we will see throughout the book, this last point is crucial. For the most part, Yorke’s lyrics are oblique and evocative enough to resist easy co-opting into a particular life philosophy or political agenda (with the possible exception of global climate change; more on that later). It is impossible to slot Radiohead as a “political act” in the same category as their early contemporaries Rage Against the Machine, or as a quasi-spiritual act like their fellow arena-fillers U2. But, partly because of the lack of one to one correspondence between art and agenda, the band is masterful at the art of defiance – the defiance of the flesh against the machine, of the individual against the masses, perhaps even of life against death.
The note sounded was not a religious one – no Radiohead members indicate a particular bent towards either organized religion or even “spirituality” in a recognizable sense. Unlike many ham-fisted religious “tributes” to departed souls, the implication was not that Johnson was now in some heaven that makes up for the tragedy of the loss. Such would be the sort of cheap religious consolation derided by Marx, Freud, Nietzsche and others – religion as an opiate, a fantasy designed to make life on earth somehow more tolerable.
However, between “Lucky” and “Reckoner,” and the hours of experimental rock in between, a different sort of affirmation could be discerned. Christian theologians often debate the necessary balance in theology between “transcendence” (the aspects of truth that supersede what is evident to the senses and common experience) and “immanence” (the realities that are grounded in material, concrete, “here and now” life as we experience it). Increasingly, however, Christian thinkers such as the 20th-century German Dietrich Bonhoeffer, whose life was marked among other things by resistance to the Nazi regime which eventually executed him, have argued that for Christians who worship a God made flesh in Jesus Christ, the choice between truth in immanence and truth in transcendence is ultimately a false dichotomy. Indeed, it is IN and THROUGH deep immersion into the real as such that ultimate truth – for Christians, God’s own truth – can be found. We don’t find truth by moving away from the concrete earth into the ethereal heavens; we find God by going as deeply into the real as God in Christ did.
Radiohead’s resolute refusal of cheap consolation, its aesthetically unswerving commitment to the depths of human suffering in a world coming apart under overlapping regimes of falsehood, bureaucracy, and indifference to catastrophe on an individual and global scale (such as climate change) sets an important standard for theology’s own necessary commitments to authenticity in truth-telling. If so much religion lends itself to excuses that close one’s eyes to the world’s need in favor of chimeric narratives of optimism (“the best you can is good enough”), then Radiohead’s marshalling of beauty in the face of the crushing machine provides a soundtrack to hope – gritty, realistic, fragile hope. The latter is the province of theology that gives life rather than abets death. Contrary to its occasionally well-deserved reputation, theology should be an implacable opponent of bullshit. Radiohead is one source for teaching theologians what sustaining such opposition looks like.
Robert Saler is associate dean and research professor of Lutheran studies at Christian Theological Seminary in Indianapolis, IN.
1- As of the time of writing, the entire concert can be viewed via fan footage on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI_AE3fikvg
2- Greif, “Radiohead, or the Philosophy of Pop” in Brandon W. Forbes and George A. Reisch (eds.), Radiohead and Philosophy: Fitter, Happier, More Deductive (Chicago: Open Court, 2009), 30-31.