I remember it well on that summer 1995. Although I knew even then the first record of Radiohead "Pablo Honey", I liked also very much like to, but really feel like the second album would not be adjusted. Especially since the German Rolling Stone a devastating critique on "The Bends" wrote. So in the tenor: Just another boring (post-) rock band. Then I ran somewhere in Dublin in a record store. I had my brand-new blur-Shirt attracted me as the Brit Popper (then not a dirty word but a distinction) outed - ergo far from grunge. On the shelf I see the new thing of Radiohead with a sticker, which quoted an enthusiastic review of the New Musical Express. Since those magazine was my bible then, I heard in the plate clean. And something to me since then so never happened. I was fascinated from the first note to the last. Did "The Bends" by heard in the store and since then never exiled from the front regions of my record collection. Radiohead reveal my opinion on this masterpiece a force and a sentiment I've heard so still nowhere. The mixture between melancholy and anger is unique. And if I'm going to be 80 years of age, my thing is a piece of life energy return. Meanwhile, I'm sure. PS: The Rolling Stone called the bends, two years later as a masterpiece. The magazine I bought at that time for the last time.