Well played, gentlemen. (Especially on the extra-shreddy interpretation of the guitar solo at the end.) Is it too much to hope that Thom Yorke and pals return the favor by doing a weirdo deconstructed version of “Pink Triangle” sometime soon?
A young boxing enthusiast, Vladimir Nabokov, writing for a Russian émigré newspaper, called the Frenchman “the wonderful Carpentier,” a “modest, fair-haired young man.”