Picture the scene. It’s the early 1990s or thereabouts, and indie rockers Radiohead are gathered at their shared dwelling in East Oxford. One night, guitarist Jonny Greenwood steps over the usual detritus of communal living – unwashed crockery, cassette cases, dog-eared music papers – shoves a tape into the VHS player and demands his bandmates pay attention.
“Jonny made us all watch Pink Floyd: Live At Pompeii, and said: ‘Now this is how we should do videos,’” recalled his elder brother, Radiohead’s bassist Colin Greenwood. “I remember seeing Dave Gilmour sitting on his arse playing guitar, and Roger Waters with long greasy hair and dusty flares…”
