Using polyrhythms or syncopation in music

The secret rhythm in Radiohead’s “Videotape”

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+2 1. ringmaster commented 3 years ago

At the very least it doesn't make the music like 'everything else' we have heard. I myself, singing and playing piano, know how tricky things can be with rhythmic surprises.
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+1 2. Judge-Jake commented 3 years ago

It's kinda Kooky, but then it's not kooky it's more zibby you know a bit ler you know twer twer waggo actually. I like it8-)
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0 3. thundersnow commented 3 years ago

It was very technical, but I like it too, because it was interesting.
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+1 4. ComentAtor commented 3 years ago

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That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get rid of itself
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He used to do surgery For girls in the eighties But gravity always wins
And it wears him out
She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run
And it wears me out

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