30 Years Ago, The Bends Gave Radiohead a Second Life
From the opening moments of The Bends, Radiohead draw a line in the sand between themselves and their “Creep”-shaped albatross.

Long before OK Computer and Kid A cemented Radiohead as art-rock icons, The Bends helped shed the stigma of “Creep” and left the world wondering, “What the hell were they doing at that MTV pool party?”
Back in 2012, Paste gave a ranking of Radiohead’s discography. Kid A took first (rightly so), OK Computer came second and In Rainbows rounded out the podium in third. See, I’ve endured my fair share of mostly fruitless discussions over this exact order—arguing about the merits of experimentation over songwriting, and what defines a record as “rock” and blah, blah, blah. The point being, I feel kind of bad for The Bends. Not in a sense that I’m sympathetic to divers at risk of decompression sickness (colloquially referred to as “the bends”), but rather that it’s (basically) no one’s favorite Radiohead album. Too often I hear it thrown out as the band’s “transitional record”—the stepping stone between Pablo Honey’s timid grunge and OK Computer’s dystopian space-age grandeur. And sure, that narrative makes sense in hindsight, but to reduce The Bends to a bridge is to rob it of its own identity. Even our own ranking snubbed it—brushing the album off with the “you’ll get ‘em next time” participation trophy that is the fourth place slot. But The Bends is more than a runner-up—it represents a primed version of Radiohead the likes of which we haven’t seen since, and as the album celebrates its 30th anniversary, it’s time it stepped into the light and took its rightful place in the inner circle of Radiohead fandom.
For three decades now, Radiohead have been the reluctant prophets of our digital dystopia—equal parts architects and doomsayers over the alt-rock landscape‚ and their fingerprints are all over the sound of the aughts (Coldplay’s heart-on-sleeve anthems, Interpol’s brooding cool, Arcade Fire’s baroque melodrama), but The Bends is the blueprint behind it all. It was the first time Radiohead felt and sounded like nothing other than Radiohead—a coming of age, if you will. Yorke gave up his performative, pseudo-Kurt Cobain antics (even if it was replaced by an arguably weirder persona), and the band stopped chasing after conventional industry hits, going as far as to satirize the trendy, yet misguided alt-rock sounds from their 1993 debut Pablo Honey. Conversely, The Bends wasn’t the sound of a band still finding its footing; it was the sound of them taking a giant leap forward. By 1995, it wasn’t some way station for Radiohead to jump into greater things—it was just a damn good rock record.
Even mentioning Pablo Honey, however, I would be remiss not to mention the hulking elephant in the room, the motive for Radiohead’s separation from ‘90s alt circles and their eventual distancing from the rock ethos altogether. I am, of course, talking about “Creep.” It’s the poster track for self-loathing—a grunge-lite anthem tailor-made for the whiners, losers and slackers of the ‘90s—and to this day it eclipses every other song in their discography with over 2 billion streams (“No Surprises” is their second most popular song, sitting at about 900 million streams, in case you were wondering).