And God, Paranoid Android. The first time I heard it, I was blown away. I was like: you see motherfuckers? I wasright. Of course it’s paranoid—it’s called Paranoid Android! But a bloody paranoid masterpiece?

The video came out, and I felt proud—like a parent watching a child walk for the first time. And still today, when I see them performing something like Weird Fishes live on Jools Holland in 2008, I feel the same. If mastery exists in music, this is it. Pure, chaotic, thrilling mastery.

Which is why the recent ticketing fiasco hurt. And I don’t mean a little—it fucking hurt. Big time.

I get it, they wanted to be “fair,” selling tickets directly through their site. Noble in theory. But in practice? Chaos. Total chaos. Fans—people who’ve been there through decades of restless nights, experimental shifts, sold-out arenas—got rejection emails. Thousands of us who clicked as fast as we could, who lived and breathed every note, were told: not today. The lottery failed, the system failed, and somewhere in the digital abyss, loyalty got punched straight in the gut.

Here’s the thing: being daring in music? Always yes. Innovating your sound, your albums, your art? Absolutely. But experimenting with ticketing in a way that alienates the people who have loved you the longest? Not okay. This isn’t just disappointment—it’s rage, it’s frustration, it’s a tiny fracture in a fan community that has always felt sacred.

So here’s my simple, naughty plea: don’t do it again. Stick to normal ticket-selling channels. I will not be able to go thru another : 

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