We don't need to fight
Look towards the light
Grabbing it with both hands
What you know is right
Somebody is falling down
Somebody is telling lies
Simple ass motherf*ckers
One mistake after another
People in the streets
Please
People in the streets
Somebody is hearing voices
Somebody is going down, down, down
Going down, going down, going down
People in the streets
Please
We are one, the same, please
We are all the same, please
We are all the same, please
We are all the same
We are one, the same
We are one, the same
The Smile - A Light for Attracting Attention Album Lyrics
The Smile - A Light for Attracting Attention Lyrics
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Opposite
What will now become of us? (What will now become of us?)
The straw is coming out of us (straw is coming out of us)
It goes back and forth followed by a question mark
Lit up like a firework (lit up like a firework)
Can we have a next contestant please?
In this logical absurdity (logical absurdity)
I'm quitting unexpectedly (quitting unexpectedly)
Opposites attract (opposites attract)
The ashen dozen, pockets full of emptiness
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
Anything at all
Objects coming near us (objects coming near us)
Sometimes can appear too close (appear too close)
It goes back and forth, followed by a question mark
Opposites attract (opposites can work it out)
Lit up like a firework (lit up like a firework)
Elected billionaires (happens to the best of us)
The straw is coming out of us (straw is coming out of us)
It goes back and forth followed by a question mark
Lit up like a firework (lit up like a firework)
Can we have a next contestant please?
In this logical absurdity (logical absurdity)
I'm quitting unexpectedly (quitting unexpectedly)
Opposites attract (opposites attract)
The ashen dozen, pockets full of emptiness
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
He doesn't mean anything
Anything at all
Objects coming near us (objects coming near us)
Sometimes can appear too close (appear too close)
It goes back and forth, followed by a question mark
Opposites attract (opposites can work it out)
Lit up like a firework (lit up like a firework)
Elected billionaires (happens to the best of us)
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Edward Yorke, Tom Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You Will Never Work in Television Again
Fear not my love, he's a fat f*cking mist
Young bones spit out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kiss from the nursery rhyme
Behind some rocks, underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll promising the Moon
Yeah right
Sleep tight
All night
Some kid, in golden chains, two slippery ropes
A lonely stitch, left to be unpicked
'Cluding my left foot
Let the lights down low, bunga bunga or you'll
Never work in television again
Yeah right
He chews 'em up, he spits 'em out
It's whatshisname, the genie man
Mechanical, mechanical
All those beautiful young hopes and dreams
Devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad f*ck, you throw small change
Take your dirty hands off my love
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Young bones spit out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kiss from the nursery rhyme
Behind some rocks, underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll promising the Moon
Yeah right
Sleep tight
All night
Some kid, in golden chains, two slippery ropes
A lonely stitch, left to be unpicked
'Cluding my left foot
Let the lights down low, bunga bunga or you'll
Never work in television again
Yeah right
He chews 'em up, he spits 'em out
It's whatshisname, the genie man
Mechanical, mechanical
All those beautiful young hopes and dreams
Devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad f*ck, you throw small change
Take your dirty hands off my love
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pana-vision
My eyes are open wide
And now I see you
Without your robes on
Without your crown
I don't want to hate you
I don't want to bear
A kind of fascination
Gets in my way
The door that opens wide
My high up altar
Oh Heaven, help me
Is that the time?
Beginning, without end
Never lost, never die
Unending, a beam of light
A tunnel, in my mind
As it opens wide
With a filter on the lens
She sees everything I do
She sees everything I do
I'm without my shoes on
Over broken glass
I am dancing for pennies
I am staring straight ahead
A view that is so wide
It's gonna break
It's like it holds me in its gaze
If I go, it's because
It's happened once before
And now it's starting all again
As it opens wide
Forget everything you knew
Forget everything you knew
As it opens wide
Like a new born child
Like a new born child
Like a new born child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
And now I see you
Without your robes on
Without your crown
I don't want to hate you
I don't want to bear
A kind of fascination
Gets in my way
The door that opens wide
My high up altar
Oh Heaven, help me
Is that the time?
Beginning, without end
Never lost, never die
Unending, a beam of light
A tunnel, in my mind
As it opens wide
With a filter on the lens
She sees everything I do
She sees everything I do
I'm without my shoes on
Over broken glass
I am dancing for pennies
I am staring straight ahead
A view that is so wide
It's gonna break
It's like it holds me in its gaze
If I go, it's because
It's happened once before
And now it's starting all again
As it opens wide
Forget everything you knew
Forget everything you knew
As it opens wide
Like a new born child
Like a new born child
Like a new born child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
Like a child
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Smoke
Easy, easy
It begs me while I'm sleeping
A desire, second chance
I have set myself on fire
It's easy
Don't mess with me
Don't mess with me
As I die in the flames
As I set myself on fire
Uh
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A one true revolution
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me
It's easy to leave me
We should give ourselves another chance
Let go of our troubles
Into our caress
Our caress
And we set ourselves on fire
We set ourselves on fire
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Yeah
It begs me while I'm sleeping
A desire, second chance
I have set myself on fire
It's easy
Don't mess with me
Don't mess with me
As I die in the flames
As I set myself on fire
Uh
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A one true revolution
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me
It's easy to leave me
We should give ourselves another chance
Let go of our troubles
Into our caress
Our caress
And we set ourselves on fire
We set ourselves on fire
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Yeah
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Speech Bubbles
We run for the hills
We run like fools
Our city is in flames
The bells ringing
The bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now there's never any place
Never any place to put my feet back down
No, there's never anywhere
The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down
On a newspaper stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight upon
Well, I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who fell again?
In the pouring rain
Who'll find the vein
Put the needle in?
And who hears that voice?
It's like bells ringing
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
We run like fools
Our city is in flames
The bells ringing
The bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now there's never any place
Never any place to put my feet back down
No, there's never anywhere
The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down
On a newspaper stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight upon
Well, I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who fell again?
In the pouring rain
Who'll find the vein
Put the needle in?
And who hears that voice?
It's like bells ringing
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thin Thing
Down a rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbelievers
Making mushrooms out of men
'Til she turns us back again
To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double quick time
The beginning at the end
'Til she turns us back again
First she'll pull your fingers off
And then she'll pull your toes
And then she'll steal the photos from your phone
But you won't notice
Our echo doesn't hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers
Making mushrooms out of men
That's okay I guess
If you like this kind of, kind of thing
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin thing
These kind of mushrooms
These kind of ripples
These kind of ripples
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thing
Like these kind of ripples
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thing
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbelievers
Making mushrooms out of men
'Til she turns us back again
To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double quick time
The beginning at the end
'Til she turns us back again
First she'll pull your fingers off
And then she'll pull your toes
And then she'll steal the photos from your phone
But you won't notice
Our echo doesn't hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers
Making mushrooms out of men
That's okay I guess
If you like this kind of, kind of thing
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin thing
These kind of mushrooms
These kind of ripples
These kind of ripples
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thing
Like these kind of ripples
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thing
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Open the Floodgates
Don't bore us
Get to the chorus
And open the floodgates
We want the good bits
Without your bullshit
And no heartaches
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
It's no tricks and
No struggling
Then no one gets hurt
We absorb you
We absolve you
Throw your rubbish away
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
Get to the chorus
And open the floodgates
We want the good bits
Without your bullshit
And no heartaches
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
It's no tricks and
No struggling
Then no one gets hurt
We absorb you
We absolve you
Throw your rubbish away
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
Someone lead me
Out the darkness
Out the darkness
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Free in the Knowledge
Free in the knowledge that one day this will end
Free in the knowledge that everything is change
And this was just a bad moment
We were fumbling around
But we won't get caught like that
Soldiers on our backs
We won't get caught like that
A face using fear
To try to keep control
When we get together
Well, then who knows
If this is just a bad moment
And we are fumbling around
But we won't get caught like that
Soldiers on our backs
We won't get caught like that
I talk to the face in the mirror
But he can't get through
I said, "It's time that you deliver
We see through you"
I talk to the face in the mirror
But he can't get through
Turns out we're in this together
Both me and you
Free in the knowledge that everything is change
And this was just a bad moment
We were fumbling around
But we won't get caught like that
Soldiers on our backs
We won't get caught like that
A face using fear
To try to keep control
When we get together
Well, then who knows
If this is just a bad moment
And we are fumbling around
But we won't get caught like that
Soldiers on our backs
We won't get caught like that
I talk to the face in the mirror
But he can't get through
I said, "It's time that you deliver
We see through you"
I talk to the face in the mirror
But he can't get through
Turns out we're in this together
Both me and you
Writer: Jonathan Greenwood, Nigel Godrich, Thom Yorke, Tom Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A Hairdryer
Shame on you
Blue-eyed fox
Shame on you
Blowing horns
Making holes
Shame on you
Flying south (sitting on his hands)
For the sun
In a while (sitting on his hands)
Crocodile
Shame on you (plotting his way down)
Blue-eyed fox
Slipping shroud (blaming everybody else)
Way up loud
Blowing horns (plotting his way down)
Making holes
Truly seen (blaming everybody else)
Truly you
Flying south (slipping shroud)
For the sun
In a while (way up loud)
Crocodile
Gone soft now
Gone soft now
And pull me apart
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
And pull me apart
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Blue-eyed fox
Shame on you
Blowing horns
Making holes
Shame on you
Flying south (sitting on his hands)
For the sun
In a while (sitting on his hands)
Crocodile
Shame on you (plotting his way down)
Blue-eyed fox
Slipping shroud (blaming everybody else)
Way up loud
Blowing horns (plotting his way down)
Making holes
Truly seen (blaming everybody else)
Truly you
Flying south (slipping shroud)
For the sun
In a while (way up loud)
Crocodile
Gone soft now
Gone soft now
And pull me apart
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
And pull me apart
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time to get somewhere)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights (it takes me time)
Look at all the pretty lights
Look at all the pretty lights
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Waving a White Flag
Out of my sight
Out of my mind
Out of my sight
Out of what's coming
Out of my sight
Out of my sight
Out of my sight
Couldn't move a muscle
Couldn't get the breath in
Couldn't see the face when
Didn't wanna listen
Couldn't scratch your door down
Couldn't wave a white flag
Didn't see you come in
There has to be a way out
There's another way out
There's another way out
That's the chemicals into a singularity
Rings on his fingers
Bells on his toes, but
Didn't see it coming
Waving a white flag
Will somebody else let me down?
There's somebody's face in the moon
There's somebody else left behind
Out of my mind
Out of my sight
Out of what's coming
Out of my sight
Out of my sight
Out of my sight
Couldn't move a muscle
Couldn't get the breath in
Couldn't see the face when
Didn't wanna listen
Couldn't scratch your door down
Couldn't wave a white flag
Didn't see you come in
There has to be a way out
There's another way out
There's another way out
That's the chemicals into a singularity
Rings on his fingers
Bells on his toes, but
Didn't see it coming
Waving a white flag
Will somebody else let me down?
There's somebody's face in the moon
There's somebody else left behind
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
We Dont Know What Tomorrow Brings
It's a terrible shame
It's a terrible shame, I know
It's a brutal game
Gonna have to let you go
I'm stuck in a rut
Can't find my way out
And the sides are closing in
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
It's a terrible shame
And the grass is always green
Get it while you can
Or get sad and then get mean
I'm stuck in a rut
In a flatland drainage ditch
And I'm drowning
In irrelevance
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know
It's a terrible shame, I know
It's a brutal game
Gonna have to let you go
I'm stuck in a rut
Can't find my way out
And the sides are closing in
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
It's a terrible shame
And the grass is always green
Get it while you can
Or get sad and then get mean
I'm stuck in a rut
In a flatland drainage ditch
And I'm drowning
In irrelevance
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know what tomorrow brings
We don't know
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Skrting on the Surface
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
When we realize, we have only to dive, then we're out of here (oh, oh, oh)
We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh)
We have only to click our fingers, and we'll disappear (oh, oh, oh)
We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice (oh, oh, oh)
Being drawn to the ledge (oh, oh, oh)
When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends (oh, oh, oh)
We can drop under the surface, ooh
When we realize we are merely held in suspension (oh, oh, oh)
Till someone comes along and shakes us (oh, oh, oh)
As the pattern lines cross our fingers like a web (oh, oh, oh)
Do we die upon the surface? (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice
Being drawn to a ledge (oh, oh, oh)
When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends
We can drop under the surface, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
When we realize, we have only to dive, then we're out of here (oh, oh, oh)
We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh)
We have only to click our fingers, and we'll disappear (oh, oh, oh)
We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice (oh, oh, oh)
Being drawn to the ledge (oh, oh, oh)
When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends (oh, oh, oh)
We can drop under the surface, ooh
When we realize we are merely held in suspension (oh, oh, oh)
Till someone comes along and shakes us (oh, oh, oh)
As the pattern lines cross our fingers like a web (oh, oh, oh)
Do we die upon the surface? (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice
Being drawn to a ledge (oh, oh, oh)
When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends
We can drop under the surface, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Nigel Timothy Godrich, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A Light for Attracting Attention is the debut studio album by the English rock band the Smile. It was released digitally through XL Recordings on 13 May 2022, with a physical release on 17 June.
The Smile comprises the Radiohead members Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood with the drummer Tom Skinner. Yorke sang, and he and Greenwood played guitar, bass and keyboards. The album was produced by Radiohead's longtime producer Nigel Godrich. The artwork, inspired by old maps, was created by Yorke with the longtime Radiohead collaborator Stanley Donwood.
The Smile worked during the COVID-19 lockdowns and made their surprise debut in a performance streamed by Glastonbury Festival in May 2021. In early 2022, they released five singles and performed to an audience for the first time at three shows in London in January, which were livestreamed. They began an international tour in May. Six singles were released from the album.
A Light for Attracting Attention received acclaim and reached number five on the UK Albums Chart. It was nominated for Record of the Year at the 2023 Libera Awards. It was followed by a pair of live EPs.
Performed By:
The SmileThe Smile comprises the Radiohead members Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood with the drummer Tom Skinner. Yorke sang, and he and Greenwood played guitar, bass and keyboards. The album was produced by Radiohead's longtime producer Nigel Godrich. The artwork, inspired by old maps, was created by Yorke with the longtime Radiohead collaborator Stanley Donwood.
The Smile worked during the COVID-19 lockdowns and made their surprise debut in a performance streamed by Glastonbury Festival in May 2021. In early 2022, they released five singles and performed to an audience for the first time at three shows in London in January, which were livestreamed. They began an international tour in May. Six singles were released from the album.
A Light for Attracting Attention received acclaim and reached number five on the UK Albums Chart. It was nominated for Record of the Year at the 2023 Libera Awards. It was followed by a pair of live EPs.
Genre(s): Art rock, post-punk, progressive rock, electronica, afrobeats
Producer(s): Nigel Godrich
Released: May 13th, 2022
Year: 2022