AS THE afternoon wears on and the booze kicks in, Colin starts reminiscing about the band's days at school together, and somewhere down that path remembers that himself and Thom once took part in a school dramatisation of the TS Eliot poem, The Wasteland, and that his mate was "really into all of that". You find this interesting because the poem's punchline is "the horror, the horror". 'Paranoid Android' tails off with "the vomit... the vomit".
Both pieces are stridently modem, like nothing that's been before, and are told via a series of fractured viewpoints, under great duress. Both call out for God's burning rain to come down and wash away the anguish and suffering that's so visible all around. Both The Wasteland and 'Paranoid Android' are the result of laborious editing; splicing together a series of very different sections.
But of course you might discard that idea and run with the line about the, "kicking, squealing Gucci little piggy" and relate it to Charles Manson and the Tate murders, "piggy" being one of the cult's buzz words. The line also recalls the ritualised schoolboy sacrifice in The Lord Of The Flies.
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Colin: "With 'Paranoid Android', what happened was that we recorded the first bit and we were really into it. Each of the other bits had to be as good as what had been before. It was like the record in miniature – really exciting, but it just raised the stakes each time and piled the pressure on."
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Meanwhile Alanis Morissette audiences were getting a ten-minute version of 'Paranoid Android' during last summer's tour, as the band tested out a wiggy organ outro.
"Luckily," says Colin, "those fans were all in their teens, so with the trauma of adolescence and stuff, they'll forget about it. It was the Ronnie Corbett moment in the set. Time to go to the toilet."
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He [Jonny] loves the video for 'Paranoid Android', using the animator Magnus Carlsson and the Robin character.
Unfortunately, the TV stations aren't quite so accepting...
"It's been censored by MTV," he laughs. "They've taken out all the nipples. And yet they leave in the stuff where a man's sawing through his own limbs, which is peculiar. Whereas if we'd had a beachful of babes in bikinis, grinding away that would have been fine."